Poetry by Anastasia DiFonzo

              Jason Tessier CC




AND I AM RELIEVED

My whole body
could fit in the crevices
of his voice, which grew
each time someone stepped
out of line. Sometimes,
when my own voice
got too big, he’d cut
it in half, his fist slicing
the air and landing
on Craig’s face. I guess
that’s what big brothers are for.
I never really had a dad,
only a king, and I
his Little Princess.
There’s no room
for grief in this castle,
just fear, then relief. Yes,
he is dead and I am relieved.

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Anastasia is a twenty-seven year old woman living in San Diego with her two cats, Klaus and Lucy. She has been trying to write for as long as she can remember, but only recently began finding her voice in Megan Falley’s five week poetry course, Poems That Don’t Suck. Her passions include cats, coffee, candles, and words.

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