Father Leaves for Work, Mother Leaves for Good
You are up early.
Learning from the man of the house.
Shaving beside him with a razor without blades
and twice the shaving cream.
Learning to lather it on thick.
Like all the mornings before.
Standing by the door.
Waving before its back to bed.
Awoken later by your mother slamming
things down into a single suitcase
on the bed.
Never once seeing you
as though you are a ghost.
Rushing into a waiting cab
that backs out of the driveway
at half past one in the