*Plunge, colder+deeper, illuminosity, shame, boats,
fear, family, disappointment, roots, train,*
**Lights,
Camera,
Action:**
When you told me, “no”
you called me ******
and you became the Quarterback
you used to be.
You refused to watch
my musicals because football
“What real men do, boy”
ran in your blood.
So, I swore never to forgive
the blood that named me
your son because you threw
a pass and I didn’t have hands.
Winter was cold and the stage
was warm, unlike pigskin goose bumps
or Gatorade that you tried
to force onto my hands.
Then you finally came
to watch me sing
in Les Miserables and
you wept, warm tears.
“Proud of you, son”
you cried, and we wept
and my cold heart thawed
because of bloods warmth.
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Camera
Scene.**
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
*Plunge, colder+deeper, illuminosity, shame, boats,
fear, family, disappointment, roots, train,*
**Lights,
Camera,
Action:**
When you told me, “no”
you called me ******
and you became the Quarterback
you used to be.
You refused to watch
my musicals because football
“What real men do, boy”
ran in your blood.
So, I swore never to forgive
the blood that named me
your son because you threw
a pass and I didn’t have hands.
Winter was cold and the stage
was warm, unlike pigskin goose bumps
or Gatorade that you tried
to force onto my hands.
Then you finally came
to watch me sing
in Les Miserables and
you wept, warm tears.
“Proud of you, son”
you cried, and we wept
and my cold heart thawed
because of bloods warmth.
**Lights
Camera
Scene.**
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