Latchkey Kid

Amy Corbin

Amy has had her work published in filling Station, The Cynic, Ascent Aspirations, Shine Journal, Every Day Poets, Every Day Fiction, Haruah: A Breath of Heaven, Ignavia Press, Flask and Pen, The Battered Suitcase, Short Story Library, Flashes in the Dark, Smokebox, and Boston Literary Magazine.

Latchkey kid

go home in that filthy dress  
wait for your frazzled mom
she tells you to do it yourself
worked hard all day
tired

Watch the clock
Tick

Cry at the Formica table
in your dingy kitchen
scrape peeling wallpaper
with chipped painted nails
while the encrusted cereal bowl
stares

What time is it?
Tock

Imagine a different life
where dinner is cooked
the bath towel doesn’t reek
like an old lady’s attic
and men with tattoos don’t fondle you
pretend

Watch the clock
Tick


© Copyright 2009 Amy Corbin

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At 23:46:35 on August 23, 2009, John wrote:
Amy - Wow, what a poem... "and men with tatoos don't fondle you" Very powerful stuff! Great job!

At 12:22:48 on August 24, 2009, Colin Campbell wrote:
Makes a statement that is both readable and thought provoking.

At 10:53:15 on September 10, 2009, Amy wrote:
Thanks for reading and commenting, guys.

At 21:57:08 on September 27, 2009, James Keane wrote:
I can feel the despair of the latchkey kid whose only hope of escape rests with the clock - and the clock has none to give.