Why She Cried
I don't know and never will, but
when she'd slam the bathroom door
and sob aloud, something like
a lit fuse would run through my body.
No words were possible then...
not my few, nor her many
and even if she were here now
and I could ask,
I don't think she could say,
because I doubt she knew herself
and down deep (where it counts),
I'd still believe I was to blame.
Gloria Parker's poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, Margie, Slipstream, Rattle, Nimrod, Black Coffee Review, Loch Raven Review, North Dakotah Quarterly, Tipton Poetry Journal, Gyroscope, Third Wednesday, Hiram Poetry Review and one, forthcoming in The MacGuffin.