Jen Schalliol

Kin

My child, we say, wait. I am
still counting. You are still here.
Keep it up, sister, and I
can tell you exactly what
happens next. My words at least
forgive you: the woman at
the top of my frustrations.

Please come down. I never
get the numbers right. Good
god, we are each other.
When did you become this
other man? I have to
believe you never knew.

Get over it. I
could not do more. My
very bones are yours.
I am happier,
yes, without you. Wait.