An Act Never Actually Committed by Holly Day
I remember my father’s
neatly-typed suicide notes
left in conspicuous places
around the house for us to find
when we came home from school
practicing for the day he would
go through with his threats, a fire drill
for something truly awful.
I watch my son sleep and wonder
if his dreams are filled with the worry
mine once were. Art by Andres Kal
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