i remember my father
alcoholic bellied
eating crackers stirred into milk
or peanut butter folded into syrup
so there would be enough food
for the children
how he did everything
but
exactly what he should have done
to take care of us
until
he suffered an earthquake of the mind
then died
leaving me forever writing personal ads
single white non smoking female seeks highly damaged male smoker to save
from oblivion
and i think of you on that rose stucco floor
vodka content
when you should be building
jazz cathedrals along the nile
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powerful piece we become involved from start to finish
Thank you!
I always read your poetry in leisure and haste at the same time – in leisure as how could one not, and in haste as your last lines are always so….oh everything!
I love the way you love me, sir…
you could command a legions of misfits with a comment like that, Poetess
I’m trying, dear…