an essay on the book of lamentations R – March 16, 2016
i leave two plastic bowls November 23, 2015
and a yellow box of cheerios
on the table.
they can reach the milk themselves.
i’m too old
to be up at midnight
eating cheerios with sliced banana
over the remnants of homework.
at least i add the banana.
old enough to try to eat well.
if they can reach their own breakfast
maybe i can make up an hour of sleep.
when they look back
what will they remember of this time?
taking eighteen hours
and forgetting about the band meeting
and the laundry
and never packing lunches.
do they know how lonely i am
after dad left?
how i never want
to wake up to another day?
they never called him dad anyway,
but they want to see him
and go to the all you can eat buffet
i could never afford.
my speeding ticket is due tomorrow
i don’t want it converted to an arrest warrant
and my paper is due wednesday
48 hours away.
i have nothing.
i think i am going to write about
every news feed
full of refugees
and i have friends
me and the box of cheerios
©Melissa Bendt, 2015