Rewind

Slamming the phone

down to silence

your father’s voice,

holding your tongue

in spite of your

beliefs, remaining

reserved when you

should have said hello

and singing one too

many distant phrases

of fuck you.

A defining second

of truth,

a simple moment

of regret

perpetually playing

in your mind–over and

over, again and

again…

if only

it could be erased,

all the static would

Stop.