My father made me.
Sculpted me out of the cigarette butts he & my mother left
outside the bar where they met.
Each butt falling,
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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