Written in the Hours Between

Written in the Hours Between
by Holly Day
I keep coming across random memories scrawled
in books all over my house drunk, disorderly
ramblings, of childhood traumas and imagined slights
every time I turn over a scrap of paper,
I find the first half of a story about my
favorite cat (she died of lung cancer when I was
four) my first husband (he came out of the closet
and left when I was twenty-five) my newborn son
struggling for breath in an incubator when he
was one day old) how much I wanted to break
things off with Husband #2 one year before
we were married who is this person leaving their
life lying around for all the wrong people to
read?