your hands are calloused from all the nothing you've done today
and you are tired of looking when there is nothing left.
screaming these things at me doesn't accomplish much,
but we are a family, so i let these things vibrate through my spine
and i let them loose into the air.

'you don't have to take everything so personally.'
you're right, i don't.
i obviously choose to have my heart spew at the seams
from all the swelling, pride and sadness
engorging me and i'm always ready to break.
i do it because i love you.