Poetry 57-58 - Mother and Father

Before I wandered too far
into the night sky,
there was you.

And after that sky devoured my soul
and after it spat it out - 

mangled like the kitten

who dared share food with the dog,

there was you.

Thanks, Mom.

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You did not follow me down

all those sketchy roads.

No, and that's okay - 

you stayed

and made sure in the end
I would still have a home.

When I drove through walls

and into lives

undeserving of devastation - 

you were there

to pull me out of the wreck.

Thanks, Dad.

Poetry 56 - The Medicine

Sometimes,
the medicine tastes like
muffled screaming.

And others,
more like
the first sip
after a long thirst.

Poetry 55 - Keep the Scraps

If everyone kept the paint
that peels from their walls,
they could turn rooms
into rainbows.