May 10, 2007 - 9:00 am
I sit with my dad at the auto shop
where he is having an alarm system
installed in the car
so that I can trigger it
from a distance if necessary
he calls my phone to check on me
more than he ever has before
it is sweet
but inside I know that he can only protect me to a certain point
he can wire my car
and call my phone
but he cannot be with me
every second
of every day
the only one who could be with me
every second
of every day
is the very one
I can’t understand
Written By: Lucy • Filed in: The Center Too, Section 9










