A Case For Better Pre-K (Poem)

I knew what I would find,

yet I returned again and again.

It wasn’t that I thought

that your cold eyes would thaw

that your stony visage would soften,

rather, my misguided belief that I could learn

to warm myself before your frozen disdain

to make a home within your rocky disregard.

my fault, my grievous fault,

but I had not yet read the tragedians

to understand how deadly a mother can be.

I found comfort in the Oresteia.