Reconstructed from Fragments
As I recall
the physical remains
of [my] childhood
were left in storage unit number [...]
in [...], a town by a river.
As we drove away,
[never] to return,
dad made me give up
my spending money
to buy cigarettes for [...]
She smoked, and [...]
we ate prickly pears and [...]
I got a sticker in my ton[gue and ...]
the [engine?] block cracked and [...]
she said not to play with the black kid and [...]
We drove for [...] days [...]
in dirty places where people gamble
and eat listlessly at the [...]
There is no putting this back together.
There is no finding the parts.
And that's ok.
However it happened, I'm still here.
And this day is dawning unbroken.
Copyright © Bleak Willow | Year Posted 2018