9.30.17

Increase the distance
detach, break, reassemble
this is the cadence of our time
fluent are the griefborn
children of a stunned world
who inherited father’s
shortcomings and mother’s
insensitive tongue.
reassemble.
the family is fine
thanks for asking
we’re taking a trip come June
it’s so nice to be back home.
break.
but how close of a family are we
if we meet only when someone croaks
or needs money.
detach.
when people have children
do they consider the possibility
that their children might
grow up to hate them?
or vice versa?
I haven’t figured it out yet.
But I will. I know some people in San Diego.
Don’t worry yourself over it, really, there aren’t
hard feelings here, it is what it is,
we didn’t work. It’s not like you had a chance
to meet me before I came out of you.
Best of luck. And when you get cancer
or something I’ll come back and support you
and tell you that I’m torn up, that I love you and
the worst mistake of my life was not achieving
my duties as a son. I can’t promise I’ll mean it
though.
increase the distance.

 

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Written at 10:33 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.