today, as you sat across the table, eyes tearing, remembering that boys don't cry.
"hey, i'll give you something to cry about", you said, explaining your father's fine parenting skills.
all those years spent with a bottle, more recently a pipe.
overwhelmed and wondering if it will ever end.
kids who think you're the biggest loser--can't be good for the psyche.
and i remember summer and sandalwood.
a not so distant past where i didn't even know you existed.
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music to my ears: Radiohead - Hail to the Thief
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