dear Lord, i'm just a little boy. you see — i'm five today but my Sister — she's old — 17 ya' know. and now She's not what She used to be. one night her boyfriend brought Her here while i was in bed and Mom and dad were gone. i heard Her scream — things got thrown around. She cried for a long time. now She's fat and She's not pretty anymore. after that Mommy left me. She's in a little apartment and i get to see her sometimes.
we give Her flowers. daddy yells to much.
and he smells like the glasses that sit on the coffee table. and when he drinks those glasses, it reminds me of Tweety when he hides in the bottle and gets big because of what's in it. but daddy never gets small again. Lord, he doesn't really want to hurt me. he tells me so.
that he loves me and if i tell anyone i'll have to live with Mommy. but, Lord, he scares me.
and i hurt. and Mommy wants to know where the bruises come from and why the toilet's red after I go. She used to ask me at night. so Lord, help daddy get small again. and make Sister pretty. and if you can, let me live with Mommy a while. She looked so happy when she left, and everybody gives her flowers. yea, i want to be with Mommy. and when they plant my little box next to hers... i hope i grow Chrysanthemums.