By R. Todd Fredrickson
-her and him-
Born of a quiet nature
they called me shy.
I know now
I was simply trying to stay out of the fire,
I am five,
maybe six, nobody seems to recall
Pictures from then depict eyes of ghosts.
like the removal of a scab from a heel
when taking off a sock.
There is pain,
but it’s unclear why.
During rare visits with
I feel like a stranger,
but things seem normal for them
When the visit is over
my brother and I are picked up by
the car smells like stale booze
and his eyes are filled with rage.
He is angry because we waved
to our other family,
I go hungry that night
because the half empty bottle of something
and I had learned by then
not to poke the bear.
About The Author
R. Todd Fredrickson is a northwest author living in Snohomish County, Washington. For more information follow him on twitter at: