# My Dad is Sick
**by Elizabeth Howard**

I'm not saying --
To all the followers,
To all the friends,
To all the subscribers--
Anything about the terror
That is holding me so still.
So still I appear
Perfect--
So still I seem
Weighted--
So still I could be
The soaking cold
Night before
Spring dawns.
No.
I am, not.
Rather,
Electric, I am, in hateful waiting.
The stillness of
An alligator jaw.