Breaking her heart
broke my bedroom collectibles within the next fifteen minutes,
storming through screen door,
rushing down the short hall,
blasting a radial space to pieces.
Sitting in my driveway
off to the side where the grass
pressed against the steering wheel
of her 1999 truck, or Buick, whatever it was.
Sitting at the lunchroom tables
deciding to start 3rd period homework the day of,
She needs consultation for the past 7 years,
when her mother died,
when she had to develop tendencies,
being over it, but emotionally
fluttering to stay alive.
Breaking her father’s heart
when she engages everyone sexually.
She forgot the rules
that she attests to on Sundays.