by Jim Wittenberg

no job to lose my soul
no friends close by

the room is barely
except for a borrowed couch

you’ve taken my son
threatening to never let me
see him

I’m going to stop writing
for the next dozen years
& it’s the only religion I follow

forgive me if in my heart
I call you
a bitch

in this unholy confusion
I forget to say it aloud

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1 Response to reminisce

  1. beautifully written OBJ, you are doing some really good work these days.

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