Photo courtesy of Chris Buice
Road closed due to kudzu. /
Honest, minister, I couldn’t get through. /
There I was on an uphill climb, /
Fighting Satan and making time. /
When what to astonished eyes should appear — /
A shortcut through underbrush. It was so clear. /
I was certain I had found the way, /
And, for once, I wouldn’t be late today. /
I rounded a curve, started a steep decline…
I seethe with burning anger at the realization that when it comes down to it, keeping me alive isn’t instinctive with my father. The gruesome reality is he would keep himself afloat and let his own family drown.
He would have never thought to keep the pantry stocked in preparation of a storm.
He would have waited for an illness to pass, only rushing to the emergency once everything is too late.
I am enraged with the knowledge that I can die in his own hands and doing.