Genre: Family
Cigarette Butts
My father made me.
Sculpted me out of the cigarette butts he & my mother left
outside the bar where they met.
Each butt falling,
landing
& forming
their foundation.
Accumulating,
into child after
child after child.
Children to sit at his feet.
Tugging at his heart
until he removed the strings.
By: Rebeccah Pope, 2016
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