“The Creation of Anton Coleman”
ANTON:
WHEN I WAS NINE YEARS OLD,
MY MOM LEFT ME ALONE.
FOR SEVEN DAYS AND SEVEN NIGHTS,
I WAITED.
ON THE FIRST DAY, IT WAS LIGHT.
SHE WAS GONE, BUT IT A’IGHT.
SHE DONE THIS BEFORE,
LOCKED THE DOOR, AND ALWAYS COME BACK.
ON THE SECOND DAY,
I ASK WHAT I DID TO MAKE HER GO?
WHY SHE RUN AWAY?
WHY SHE NEED THAT NEEDLE TO TAKE THE PAIN AWAY?
ON DAY 3, MAYBE I MISUNDERSTOOD.
MAYBE WHAT SHE DID WAS FOR MY GOOD.
SWEAT STUCK TO MY SKIN.
BLOOD BAKED IN. HEART RACIN’. I CAN’T WIN.
ON DAY 4, IN THIS STICKY, STICKY SUMMER HEAT,
AIN’T NOTHIN’ LEFT TO EAT.
I CAN’T EAT. I CAN’T SLEEP.
I PRAY THE LORD MY SOUL TO KEEP.
ON DAY 5, OR IS IT 7?
MAYBE MAM GO UP TO HEAVEN.
I’M DOWN IN HELL. I WANNA YELL.
ON DAY 6, I TRY EVERY DOOR, EVERY WINDOW FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME.
TRY WITH ALL MY MIGHT,
NO HELP, NO MAM, NO GOD IN SIGHT.
ON DAY 7, CAN’T STOP PACIN’, HEART START RACIN’
YOUNG ANTON:
HOPE ERASIN’
ANTON:
NOTHIN’ LEFT FOR ME
YOUNG ANTON:
I GOTTA GET OUT!
ANTON:
I GOTTA BREAK FREE!
ANTON & YOUNG ANTON:
I. CAN’T. BREATHE!











