For what it’s worth
You’re never too old
To start a Facebook account
I hope you live a life worth
Posting up
With a face that doesn’t need a filter
A life filled
&
Full of Likes
Retweets
&
Comments
And if you find that you don’t
I hope you find the strength
To start a fake account

If you opened me up
To reveal my beating
You’d find the lacerations
Of years
Of lovers
Crushes
Heartbreaks
Goodbye to my grandmother
Friends I’ve lost
The ones
Who said they’d stay
The Scarred Heart
‘There’s a bandaid on a part...
‘Of your heart....
You say
‘That’
I say
‘Is you healing it...’

Everyone from the age of 10 knows that the best
Sick Day
Movie is ‘The Princess Bride’
Even if you’re playing hooky
‘What about The Empire Strikes Back?’
Asks my 10 year old
And now I have to rethink
Everything

Found that orange pillow that you’d bring to our Saturday nights
On my couch
And like a dummy
I smelled it
And somehow
Someway
The gods remembered
How much I loved you
Because the smell of your
Hair was still upon it
After years
And
Years

‘Look at the moon! It’s so beautiful...’
‘We should get a soda...’
‘Are you hungry? I’m hungry.’
‘My Mom & Dad are kinda crazy, all parents are aren’t they?’
‘I know it’s hot but we should turn the ac off and roll the windows down...’
‘Guys are jerks sometimes...’
‘I thought you were cute...’
laughing ‘DONT UNTIE MY SHOES!!! YOU SILLY!!!!’
‘I wanna go to Europe someday...’
‘You read too?!’
‘I had SOOO MUCH FUN!!!’
‘You like me? Really? Aww Eric....I like you too...’
‘I don’t want this night to ever end.
‘I don’t want to go home...I want to stay with you...’
‘Look at the moon...it’s so beautiful.’

July 17th 1999
It was a Saturday
Humid night
You had a white t shirt on
I remember everything you told me that night
Even if I don’t remember
Anything I said

It’s from 1981
My dad was 32
I must’ve been 3 or 4
I keep it on the bathroom mirror
Both of us
Smiling
The guy who tried to
Put my mom in the trunk
Drunk
As he was
Who showed up late
On Saturdays
Sometimes never at all
Called my sisters
Mistakes
I should have a picture
Of my mom
Who died for 30 seconds
When she had me
Fearless
Loving
Mother
Who gave all that she had
Or my sisters
Who grew up without a
Father
But had a daddy who put them
Down
Or maybe I should have a
Picture of me & my
Children
In the bathroom mirror
Instead of the man
I don’t ever want to be
But there he is
And there we are
Me at 40
And him at
68
Still vying for his
Attention

1000 friends
1000 miles away
That you’ll never meet
They’re more important
To you than me
From: Your child