You said I'm a stranger.
That's selective.
We swapped virginities.
I painted your home,
And sat, and sipped
With your RFC Nandad;
Carried he and his Lady to the mausoleum;
Listened to her stories about Eleanor and Henry.
Bubba (a name you gave your Grandmother)
Sold me her car for a dollar.
I couselled your mother back into your heart;
At peril, tried to sneak your nephew back to your sister.
Your great-uncle gave us his Florida condo for a week,
I drank tea from a saucer at your Thanksgiving dinner.
I took the gun out of your father's mouth.
A stranger!
Tell the girls that.
Tell the grandkids Granda is a stranger.
Truth is strange.
Fiction estranges.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
I never meant to live with you,
And certainly not at twenty-two;
Now I've lived to sixty-two,
And ready
Just to die near you.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC