It's Your Fault This Happened This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

It's your fault this happened.
You failed as a teacher when I wanted a father.
You wanted loyalty,
honesty and respect.
I wanted your old hat because it smelled like you.
You let your records sing you to sleep, and I smoked to kill time.
I waited. And waited. And waited.
I was waking up early to tea
and an unfinished essay.
You were always rushing to work and forgetting to say good-bye.
I signed for your packages
when you were in Washington.
You liked to keep my grades in a folder
in your home office.

The guidance counselors told me I was crazy.
Your secretary said you were busy,
but I called, John, I called,
if only to imagine your office phone ringing
and your eyes, squinting
to read the caller ID,
because you wouldn't wear the glasses they gave you.

I don't imagine your facial expressions
and you don't respond to my emails. I threw the book out
but I kept your poem.
You could be catching a train
or a bus
or a ferry
but it's all the same.
I'm never in a rush. You're never the voice on the other line,
but I still hear
your laughter
because I told you something
that reminded you of yourself, years before,
outside of a bar in Boston
inside a flat in Wien
stuck in an old elevator in midtown
when you were only wondering whether you would be someone.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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gls_4 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 14, 2014 at 3:33 pm
This is really good!
 
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