just the other day, my grandchild asked me what the day was like. We were hysterical in ’99. Burning crafts of metal falling from the sky. What did we do, when we saw a stranger?They were people who found one more friend. We carried pieces of trees on our backs from building to building, ass to class. Just read a few pages, maybe we swallowed the hamburger whole in class. Maybe, we didn’t know what side was up. I don’t know. My memory has faded.
she knows, I have long told all. Her, she knows. Sand on a beach, stars in the sky. I written it down along time ago. I don’t remember all the faces, but my heart still beats to it all the same.
so, apparently I’m still that man in the photo. I still see the tattoo my mother gave me at birth. You see, I never got to see pop as an old man. Maybe, its a graceful swan song to be seen but still be heard. What year is it?
qui connait? You wanna tell me strawberry and the lady with the white ice cream cone are good too. The Nazis, they knew of smokes. Thank God. Heroes for the other side.
but I encouraged my 4 year old daughter to ask me every question her mind can conjure. Some I won’t answer. sognaM. Some I can’t answer. I know she’ll be smarter than me. Already smarter than I was at 6.
factory, why would a child say such a horrific word as his first. He isn’t another statistic forgotten from another planet, right? All through your, can you imagine living in black and white, maybe some generous shade of gray in between? Some day, you hear him yell “I’m new to this world!”
i don’t see it now. Even today, I fade between sunshine and sunset. I don’t know what day it is. I just know I have to work. Night shift. Got to make that hole in the ground prettier, right? Ha, life turns on a dime. 5102
maybe, next time I write. I write something. My hands are black. zephyr