that Methodists drank blood for communion,
and worshipped in the dead of night,

that the papers he tea stained and burned in the fireplace
were historical documents excavated in the back yard,

that we could dig a tunnel from Gambrills
to Annapolis, and live under the food court in the mall,

that I couldn’t play Super Mario World because
I was a girl, and wouldn’t understand,

that he bought me a birthday present,
and it was still coming in the mail,

that he thought I was weird,

that we could start a multi-million dollar business
underneath the staircase with my drawings,

that we would win the jackpot from a Pepsi bottle cap
and buy farm land and horses and estates,

that we would stop anyone from selling the woods
or the pool or any of it, that that was ours,

that he would save me, that he would save
all of us.

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Meg Eden’s work has been published in various magazines, been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and received the 2013 Ian MacMillan Fiction prize. Her poetry collections include “Your Son” (The Florence Kahn Memorial Award), “Rotary Phones and Facebook” (Dancing Girl Press) and “The Girl Who Came Back” (Red Bird Chapbooks). She teaches at the University of Maryland. Check out her work at: facebook.com/megedenwritespoems.

Photo by Vilensija (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.