nothing will stop her
from crying
from cutting her nails to short
from pulling her hair tonight
somehow
a boy named suddenly
will lace his shoes up
walk to the gas station
dial that pay phone
she'll answer
"hello? please, is it you?"
but he won't say a word
just walk away from the
dangling corded phone swinging
he'll walk back to his wife and kids
and stare at the father he became
the husband he loathes
and the bastard he is.
