It's true that I was jealous of
you, Chris. Is that a funny
thing to say? Your job and
your art and the way you
were typically carefree, the
way you knew what temperature
to set the oven to for foods you
made on a whim. Your relationship
with your parents, with your friends.
A lot. And I'm sorry that I took that
out on you.

I am sorry I could not be a better me.

I drew today
and each line
didn't hurt as
much as I
thought or
maybe each
line hurt less
and
less