Sunday, February 19, 2023

so complicated

He doesn't know, but
I remember your face,
in the dining room, open
mouth but silent sobbing.
Your stepdad, suicide,
drove to the Grand Canyon.
He asks why I make things
so complicated. If I could,
I would reference Avril,
but he doesn't know.

As off by chance and
youth, I'd be so simple,
he thinks he knows
me so well, but what about
the million minutes before?



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