B.S.Roberts
Weekends
Two nights a week
two and a half days
my daughter is seven now
I already feel I’ve missed the last three years
she wraps her arms around my neck in tight hugs
whenever I see and leave her
“I don’t want to go!” she always cries
I don’t want her to go. I try not to cry
fifty-two weekends a year
quarantined
the virus eats them away
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B.S.Roberts does not put a space between his first two initials and his last name. He makes a living as a museum curator and an administrative assistant at the University of Maine at Augusta. Pursuing a degree in ethnography and folklore, Roberts lives in Maine with his fiancée, daughter, silver pheasants, turtle, and four cats.
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