It’s hot outside. I can’t think, I can’t write. I’m working on a poem I can’t seem to finish. I spend my days watching TV or sleeping. I don’t want to go back to school. It is so difficult to write this, the heat is killing me. Just wanted to let you know I’m okay. I will write something once the temperatures drop. Can’t it be autumn already?!


Please tell me what I want to hear

I’ve been waiting for so long

I’m losing hope.

Please tell me what I long to hear

Even If you have to lie

I need to hear it

Or I’ll lose my mind

the things i wish i could tell you

When I was five years old my father was arrested for robbery, he spent 9 years in prison. I grew up without him and I wish I could say I’m ok with it, that I’ve moved past it and live my life fully now. I can’t. At least not yet. Over the years I wanted to tell him so many things.



we spent Christmas with uncle Vladan. I got a doll house it’s so big and pretty. Betty cried because she wanted to play with it as well. Mom told me to let her. Uncle made funny faces at dinner! It was so funny, but mommy was crying. I miss you, when you get back we will play with my new doll house.



today is my and Matt’s first day of school. I am exited, mommy says i am a big girl now. I will miss the toys, but Betty promised to take care of them when we’re gone. I will learn how to write and then I can write to you. Grandma said you won’t read it. That’s silly, you already went to school, you know how to read. All the girls have their daddy’s with them. I hope you’ll be back soon, so I can show you my school. It’s so big! I miss you.



grandma hit me today, because I was rude to her. She hit me and said I’m just like you. I don’t know If that’s true, I don’t remember you very much. I miss you.



I know everything now. I read about it in a newspaper mother hid in her closet. How dare you not tell your kids what you did. I’m so fucking stupid for the longest time I thought you were away because of work. Should I tell Matt and Betty? And what about Vicky, she’s starting school, what she’s gonna think when someone asks her about it? Who else knows? Everyone in this fucking town I presume.



so you’re back. I dreamt about this you know. Now I’m crying when you shout profanities at me. Why did you come back.



it’s been 3 years since you left us. again. I met a boy and he broke my heart. My friends don’t talk to me. Mom is angry about my grades. I hate myself for missing you. Because I do, miss you. I miss the version of you I created. The dad I used to have. I wish you were here and helped me.



I got married today. Matt gave me away. It should have been you. I wore my dream dress, Betty and Vicki were bridesmaids, they looked beautiful. I didn’t think about you in a long time. I was so nervous, I wish you were there to hold my hand like you used to do when I was little. I do miss you.


we all stripped to our underwear and sat on the floor

we romanticized the obscenity of our nudity with deep conversations

we laughed at our tragic lives, the tears came after we drank all the beer

for the first time we exposed our soul

with sunrise the hangover hit as crashing as the understanding we will never speak again


© 2017 Carolyn Grimm

i want to

I want to write about better men than you,

explore their drunken minds,

paint their broken promises.

Here you are, looking through my dreams,

settling for silence of my shame

my biggest sin is letting you stay.


You left me lying on the kitchen floor

I can’t breathe, you don’t care

devastated I plot revenge

lost in the lies of your love,

I hear your mother mocking my pain.


© 2017 Carolyn Grimm