Feeling Loss

by on May 9, 2020 :: 0 comments

photo "Holidays Decay at Home" by Tyler Malone

I play Santa the year after Dad leaves. I’m fifteen. Older sister Nancy and Mother insist.

I try to make his suit fit. It’s too wide, lanky body invading another man’s space. Spaces rife with mystery and Dad’s inner thoughts, concealed.

I can’t even do Dad’s booming voice.

I think of the act of leaving, taking furniture, leaving rooms and platitudes about being constrained. Is it a woman? Does he hate us, witty Nancy, sweet Mother? Nerdy, stumbling me?

I burn the suit, flames painful, numb. Run my hands over flames. Mother and Nancy pull me away.

I’ve already seen everything.

editors note:

Look at your hands. Those prints, your parents gave you. A few of those scars, they gave you as well. ~ Tyler Malone

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