Jun 01, 2009 19:22
10 years.
And I grow enough balls to send him an email.
I say, it's been a while. how are you.
he says, hello. i bought a new car.
such topics eat a reunion and shit out resentment.
10 years.
that's
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
new years days tricking myself into resolutions.
ten greedy winters, hiding in a depressive sweater
ten graceful summers, assigning skin a new color,
a true italian, nothing like my mother.
a virginity taken,
a stepfather burried,
my anxiety, fists of popping explosives.
ten years without a father's voice
to backhand my morals
and remind me what selfish means.