what is real

by Kodi Gonzaga

in the dream she holds me, our mother,

holds me back from rushing towards you and

our father, beating you with his belt.

you were five.

do you remember?

in my memories she does not hold me,

neither close nor back nor tight.

i stand by her side, watchful, obedient.

i was nine.

i cannot forget, but you?

oh love,

i hope you do.