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| ***BIO*** xTx is pleased and thankful to have been published in places like Thieves Jargon, Cherry Bleeds, decomP, Dogzplot, Zygote, Rumble and others. I hope you enjoyed this poem. I blog at http://notimetosayit.blogspot.com. If you’d like to visit and tell me I’m awesome, that would be the shit, yo. |
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holy shit, clicking yes pillaging your profile pics a face I haven’t seen in what? 25 years? You look just like your mom she says I LOL her and say, funny cuz you look just like yours (she does) I study her pics, her eyes, struggling to reconcile the kid I recall on the face of the 40 year old I see so weathered now The man she is with looks like every drunk her mother would bring home when we were little, swing set swinging… playhouse playing… What’s Happening watching… You guys had powdered milk I remember only apples for snacks holes in the walls from boots… baseball bats… best friends, but you’d steal things you wanted, never had, never would, from my treasure box I’d find them in your room steal them back never telling doctor playing sleepovers your brother, his bedroom drug dealing chasing you with his belts, baseball bat, boots, blood, you dropped out of school and (I heard) befriended heroin, tattoos, abortions, they found your fag-killing brother dead at 25 in the gulley behind our grade school brains outside of his head my mom sent flowers Do you remember these things? I want to write this on her wall but I don’t. It has already been written. |
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| July 2009 |
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