as a father, I can’t imagine being a parent. the inside fastballs of my youth loosen the blood in my nose and water fountains become locales of low tragedy. consistency is a sense only grasshoppers make. as a firstborn, I was set gingerly on a swing. when my father’s bare feet left him they became fish. hiding from my mother is as good for her self-esteem now as it was then. some no higher than my knee seek violent alternatives.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
as a father, I can’t imagine being a parent. the inside fastballs of my youth loosen the blood in my nose and water fountains become locales of low tragedy. consistency is a sense only grasshoppers make. as a firstborn, I was set gingerly on a swing. when my father’s bare feet left him they became fish. hiding from my mother is as good for her self-esteem now as it was then. some no higher than my knee seek violent alternatives.
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