May 9, 2020
a poem
Tomorrow I’ll call. Say all the right
things in the right tone and end with
an honest, “I love you mom.”
But the salt in the my ten year old
self’s divorce memory wound still stings
and he won’t forgive so easy.
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Atheist. Spewer of sometimes interesting and entertaining gibberish. https://www.amazon.com/Steve-Howard/e/B00WQX1D96?ref_=dbs_p_ebk_r00_aba
