May 6, 2012
Chai Tea Lattes

submitted by jolismots

When I was little,
and Daddy and I would fight,
I would stamp my feet
scream and cry
lock myself in my room.
I’d write “I hat u daddy”
and his eyes would crinkle
because he knew it wasn’t true.

Later,
we’d go out for coffee
we’d get chai tea lattes
and say, “I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
We’d finish with I-love-you’s
and lick the foam out of the lids. 

When I was older,
and “Daddy” was one of two
I would go straight to my room
hug my pillow
crawl under the bed
and learn to cry more quietly
and his shoulders would droop
because he didn’t know me anymore. 

Now,
I walk to Starbucks
get two chai tea lattes, skim
I whisper, “I’m sorry,
I’m a little absent-minded.”
and the barista eyes me strangely
as I lick both lids myself.

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