he chased me down the sidewalk
with the dark-lit sky and the street-lights on low
i had a suitcase in my hand
and a griefcase in my throat
he cried, no matter how far you run
i'll run farther!
then we both ran and ran
for hours and hours
until eventually, i tired
and he caught me, and we cried
wet grass, cement black
heavy air, it's so unfair
i don't want you to catch me
too bad, he said. it's not your choice.
i will always hold you
even as you run forth.
i guess that's how to father
when your daughter loosens her anger
and her only way out
is wild
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