they were from different cultures
he was Polish
his friend was from Mars
Christ yamusave grownup under a rock no
relatives around
Getting your panties twisted in a wad because I didn’t, we didn’t, go to the funerals or cemeteries when I was a kid.
Nobody your family anyone you
knew growing up died
They did, but we didn’t go.
Ya didnt personally extend your condolences
My parents may have, but we didn'tthey didn’t make
us.
No wonder yare cold fish lack sense of loss or grief
Finish
the book The End Close it shelf it Your parents did you no favors
My parents did what they thought
was right.
They were wrong shame on them
How dare you . .
. . Save it Idve said it to their faces even as a kid
They deformed you
I’m not deformed.
Oh you are
Life isnt life without
death
Just because I see death differently
than you.
Stop Yave rarely seen death then when ya didyou looked away quickly
Yare like a character
in a colouring book an outline drawing uncoloured
Because I wasn’t raised like
you doesn’t diminish me or left me uncolored.
Uncoloured Lacking depth an breadth
We coud argue though I
know already yare convinced IQ is more
important than EQ
It is.
It isnt IQ only helps
Ya havent lunched
in a cemetery
Eaten in a cemetery? disgust
was evident would have spoiled his
appetite No.
I’ve been in cemeteries.
Passed through not visited
What’s to visit?nothing’s there . . they’re dead.
Dead
Gone an forgotten
Not forgotten.
Good How often do you think of friends and family youve
lost
Not often.
Thanks for being honest I wake every morning an lay in bed an one at
a time by name I wish them good morning I imagine themsee their faces I
witness different memories I had with them or those they shared with me Theyre not dead Were only dead when no one remembers us when no one says our name
Well . . that’s you.
suntime, Day-between-Two-Ts, 3 8.
22
1315, ReggaeFriday, 5 8. 22
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