Beanery Online Literary Magazine

March 31, 2008


Filed under: WR/BW JOE — beanerywriters @ 11:41 pm
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—written by Joe F. Stierheim

They clung to her hair

and got into her nose so that

she wanted to sneeze.

she held her hand over her mouth

trying not to breathe rather

than reveal her hiding place.

Later, when she was sure he

was asleep, she would creep out

and wash her face and brush her hair.

All would be well, then;

there would be a few good days

when she would be happy.

He would hug his little daughter

and tell her he loved her…

until the next time…

the next time she had to crawl

under the bed with the dust motes.

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