“1994” By Sheena Carroll

These chimes
are so sweet to hear
and I feel the breeze
hit my ear and sweep my hair
in so many directions.

The chimes on your mom’s porch
play a persistent melody
that makes the birds stir,
makes me linger around your yard.

Mom yells at me,
but I barely hear her.
I hear your mom’s moving soon
because you’re never coming home.

Those chimes keep calling for the wrong kid.

Sheena Carroll is a Pittsburgh-based poet, tutor, witch, and painter. She is influenced by spacecraft, witchcraft, and personal trauma. Her work has been published in Nasty Women & Bad Hombres Anthology, Philosophical Idiot, The Mantle, and Flash Fiction Magazine. She sometimes writes under the name Miss Macross.

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