Loony Bin

Ms. Rose is asking me about
the visit I had recently,
the one with Daddy.

When she asks who it was
and I tell her
she just sits there
confused.

She thinks I’m lying,
letting whatever it is
that fucks up my brain
take over
and make things up,
but I know the truth.

It was Daddy,
I swear it was.
How he’s still alive,
I’ll never know,
but he won’t leave me alone.

not then
not now.

“Why do you say that
it’s your father who visits?”

“Because it is.”

She nods her head
and writes something down
as if she could actually
analyze something out of that sentence.

“Why do you think he visits?”

I could lie
and insult her like
I normally do,
but I’m tired
and sick of it,
I might as well try.

“To scare me.”

“And why do you think he does that?”

Aggravation and annoyance fills me
bubbling and overflowing
to the brim
until my insides
feel like they’re on fire.

“Why the fuck do you think?!”
“He just wants to fucking scare me
you dumb fucking shit.”

I stood from my chair
and stormed out of the room
ignoring Ms. Rose’s calls
to come back.