The little girl stood outside in the winter frost
Across the street and under a streetlight
So that he could see her
waiting waiting waiting.
The man had told her to stay.
He told her that he would know when she arrived
Because he could read her mind.
So she thought only about how much
She wanted him to come outside
So she could go inside and be warm.
But he did not come and she
waited waited waited
Until she could no longer feel her toes
And her face and hands were smeared with snot.
Hours passed and he still did not come.
When she thought she might pee her pants
And pass out from hunger
She walked home slowly, stiff with cold and fear
That the man might be angry because he had said
wait wait wait.
She crawled into bed in all her clothes.
Her belly growled and she wet her bed.
And no one seemed to notice.