The Catalyst
I remember the taste of floor wax
Tiny splinters in my small hands
Kept me from praying that night
I knew then God was useless to me
I knew then He was gone
I remember the sound of my fathers’ voice
He was a musician a singer a composer
He sang to me of a loss
I could not understand
His rough music
His intonations
I was a child
I was alone at nine
My sister and me
She was four
I loved her so much
Our mother moved us far away
A new start
A new life
I felt like a fugitive
As if I had done
something wrong
Something criminal
It was my fault wasn’t it?
I was the catalyst
FROM: SUGAR
Steve Szewczok
NEOPOIESIS PRESS 2012
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William
I remember this so well. So intimate. This book is such a powerful character write.
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