time and god trade barbs clothed in genericide. metaphor’s child is a condensed version of what the kids these days call retarded. younger, my pain was outdated but had its own phone. I meet my parents. I begin to act like my son. I leave myself to marry what is mourned to how it grieves. older, I go alone at night to where I am worried. like existence, I overstate my daughter’s angelic disability. my wife hears what is heard by one who flits from mirror to mirror. I lose a black wallet. I pray. sky for the dollhouse, amen.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
time and god trade barbs clothed in genericide. metaphor’s child is a condensed version of what the kids these days call retarded. younger, my pain was outdated but had its own phone. I meet my parents. I begin to act like my son. I leave myself to marry what is mourned to how it grieves. older, I go alone at night to where I am worried. like existence, I overstate my daughter’s angelic disability. my wife hears what is heard by one who flits from mirror to mirror. I lose a black wallet. I pray. sky for the dollhouse, amen.
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