My father sat in his favourite chair
I longed to run to him and climb all over him
But I knew I mustn't make a mess.
He only had two moods back then,
Fun and no fun.
Looking through the window I thought I saw two vultures on the opposite roof
But they weren't vultures, they were crows.
A very particular walk has a crow,
I saw one crow raping another crow once.
Look away, my mother said, it's natural, it's what they want to do.
But a child's not stupid,
Like with all their muffled arguments coming from behind the bedroom door,
The arguments in the night, like a sleepless lullaby,
Her tears and tears . . .
Run to the store for me darling, she would say,
More tissues mama ?
Yes, tissues, that's all I want. . . .
She came to me early one morning,
The seagulls were screaming.
We're leaving, she said,
We're leaving your father behind.
She dressed me in my best,
Gave me a doll to hold.
I didn't want a doll,
I wanted my father.
Daddy, Daddy, I screamed, don't let her take me . . .
But my cries were overwhelmed by the birds,
Calling to me,
Laughing . . . .