That Summer

I remember when we used to post poems

on StarPoetry.com and we’d write poems

to each other, make people read them

and understand how we would one day

save ourselves from every one else.

It was like we were telling them how much

we hated them, and how they were going

to be punished. It was a game where I let

you lead, I followed, never letting you

out of my sight, not for one second.

But that was all virtual. When my Dad came home 

from where ever it was that he went all day,

I had to drag my self away from his computer screen

and away from you and away from the only thing

I’ve ever loved. But it wasn’t real.

Dad hated me doing many things.

If we

talked loudly

watched T.V

used his computer

banged things in the kitchen

invited friends over 

dirtied our clothes

lost things

broke 

things

sometimes, if we even

moved,

our punishment lasted for days.

My big sister and I,

we hated the world.