Fifteen by Tammy Robacker

I stopped
Kissing my father

Goodnight. My Father,
Who art so sorry

But could never say
Why. I slashed

Ungodly black eye-
Liner in scratches

Around my lashes.
Banshee mean

Lid slits for his Siouxsie
Q decked in a crucifix

Dangle.  Felt dead
Wooden like beads

kiped from thriftstore
Junk bins. Hidden

treasure pill hits
Of Dexatrim mixed

With little Debbie’s
Downers. Coming

Apart, but still somehow
Strung together

And counted off
In the father’s custody

Arrangement days.
In hail Mondays

He picked me
Up. We did not speak.

I hung utterly obscene
Quiet from my lips. Sour

Cherries in the snow,
Hotboxing his cigarettes.
_________________________
Tammy Robacker won the 2016 Keystone Chapbook Prize for her manuscript, Cuttings. Her second poetry book Villain Songs is forthcoming with ELJ Publications in 2016. Tammy published her first collection of poetry, The Vicissitudes, in 2009 (Pearle Publications). Tammy’s poetry has appeared in Menacing Hedge, Chiron Review, VoiceCatcher, Duende, So to Speak, Crab Creek Review, WomenArts, and Up the Staircase Quarterly. Currently enrolled in the Rainier Writing Workshop MFA program in Creative Writing at Pacific Lutheran University, Tammy lives in Oregon.

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