The Magnetic Fields Irma

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Irma waits by the window
Vaguely looking down at her socks
And humming, possibly her
Father will come home with a box

Of chocolates, possibly not
Father’s memory
Was never what it once was
Shouldn’t really drive anymore

Either as if in answer
With a sound like blowing up your ears
Father’s jeep crashes
Through Irma’s wall she says
Bad words as several hundred
Boxes of her favorite kind
Of chocolate fill her bedroom
But she doesn’t actually mind