WANING GIBBOUS MOON, 20 DAYS LEFT
Next day, in the cafeteria,
pick at a bagel, Chloe and Dylan
at the diner together.
I would’ve gone too
if I could find the courage to tell them:
My dad is really sick.
He has less than
three weeks left.
I take deep breaths,
eat small bites,
don’t think about how much time I’ve wasted
hurting rather than helping.
After school, after Peer Mentorship,
Gloria’s coming.
After school, a plan.
Focus in on Dad,
while there’s time.