The Check
"What is taking you so long?"
My dad asks as I slowly try to write
My best signature at night
On a check at my dad's ATM
Pay to the order of dad
Its my first pay check
"I'm only ten dad, what the heck?"
I always hated cursive
"We could get mugged out here"
he says irritably and I snap back
Arguing about in the car he slaps me
Crying I wished I'd never got that check
Copyright © Lyra Pendragon | Year Posted 2019
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