breath abated
you’ve been put upon
that pedestal,

with pressures
to please us —
erasing discomfort,

you wet the bed…
nightmares betray
imaginings,
Coming
to haul away
all signs of divorce.

I give up, for now
and chase away
easy three-eyed monsters,

but not a fondling fiend —
your father,
understands
— I lurk.
Linda Jaye Bonafield has been published in Five Poetry Magazine and Scarlet Leaf Review. She has two bachelor degrees in Communication-Journalism, and Spanish from The College of Charleston. More of her work is available at: moothalo.wordpress.com.