didnt listen to himself
Trouble with a capital T
whenever he defied himself
Whawere you thinkin
Back off
If I needya Ill let ya know sighed Happened a long time ago
he told his daughter he lived vicariously
through her
Your life
your travels diving your time at sea it dwarfing mine I love
tha about you Im envious
Congratulations
I know its not been easy
Really Papa?
Comon
Don gimme an incredulous
puss Im
tellinya
I’m confused.
What . . . . what went
wrong?
he smiled Your mother
I mean it in the best possible light I didnt
see her coming
Didnt
imagine a woman of her caliber woud be attracted to me
Thought I always had tha going for me
How could she not?
Your bright,
handsome . . .
he interrupted her vigorously duground
in his pockets with both hands
she chuckled
Whatever are you
doing?
he smiled
Thought I had some loose
change folded paper money chumpchange Left it
in the car
For what?
To tip you
Jesus Papa, are you ever serious?
Eventually After the humour
passes Its my default
Ive
suffered too many reversalslosses to
take myself seriously
Then like right now
Im forced
Case in point
Case being?
Keep moving One foot ahead of the other
Forward Don look back
That’s how you live your lif . .
.
. Now
Too late
How? Can you explain?
Yah
If you stay in one place long enough
you create space spaces that trigger
memories Then when you pass theminhabit
them the space is enveloped in memory Captive Imprisone . .
.
. Prisoner?
Yes Precisely
When you keep moving ya limit things triggers
Memories ought to happen on
their own accord Not enshrined by physical locations
Longer you spend anywhere . .
.
. Isn’t there comfort in that?
Isnt there discomfort
Yes.
Yah
Id say what triggers you when you
return home is home Lived here eighteen years before you went off to school
Home Here
Does not provide you good
memories does it
No.
Keep moving
1233, Thursday,
16 5. 24
1449, Reggaefriday,
17 5. 24
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