i'm sorry, dad, for both of us
you once said to me when I was a kid, "what happened, we used to be buds"
and
this time
this time I will go slower
I won't write off a day
i'll know that the
yelling at a figment of our father
they are huge presences in our lives
as kids we look up to them in so many ways
in ways
things I learned
your mind will be full of a swirl of emotions and ideas
daring you to pick one out
for years
scenes from early life vol. 1
My father drove, my mother sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window, the muscles in her face
firenze
Traveling alone in florence days before my friends wedding, alone and under slept
After nights awake on cocaine and flights
lessons of our past
my mother was put up for adoption by young parents in a time when a child out of a wedlock
transformers
imagine a species
on a planet made of water
rotating a ball of fire
speeding through space
and on that
repetition
waking up shaking out the cobwebs
to the feeling of nervousness
as if you woke up in a meeting
coffee