Rigid, with tears trickling down my spinal column
and escaping any other way they could,
crushed up chrysanthemums in my hands,
without moving a muscle, running away
any other way that I could.
One meaningful conversation
with my father in my whole life,
it was after I drank half a bottle of gin
one night in Cincinnati.
He raised me the best he could.
Once, in a dream, I ordered a ****** mary
and now I wonder if that means anything.
If it means anything good.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Rigid, with tears trickling down my spinal column
and escaping any other way they could,
crushed up chrysanthemums in my hands,
without moving a muscle, running away
any other way that I could.
One meaningful conversation
with my father in my whole life,
it was after I drank half a bottle of gin
one night in Cincinnati.
He raised me the best he could.
Once, in a dream, I ordered a ****** mary
and now I wonder if that means anything.
If it means anything good.
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