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STYROFOAM PLATES
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There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes: i threw them to sea but a
gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
it's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a
poor single mother that would raise us alone, we'd never see the money that
went down your throat
through the hole in your belly.
thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver
standing in line for thanksgiving dinner at the catholic chuch. the servers
wore crosses
to shield from the sufferance plauging the others. styrofoam plates, cafateria
tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity
and i'm thinking of you. i do every year
when we count all our blessings
and wonder what we're doing here.
you're a disgrace to the concept of family
the priest won't divulge that fact in his homily and i'll stand up and scream
if the mourning remain quiet, you can deck out a lie in a suit but i won't buy
it.
i won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace. using five dollar
words while praising his integrity. and just cause he's gone it doesn't change
the fact: he was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death.
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There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes: i threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living. it's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother that would raise us alone, we'd never see the money that went down your throat through the hole in your belly. thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver standing in line for thanksgiving dinner at the catholic chuch. the servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plauging the others. styrofoam plates, cafateria tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and i'm thinking of you. i do every year when we count all our blessings and wonder what we're doing here. you're a disgrace to the concept of family the priest won't divulge that fact in his homily and i'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet, you can deck out a lie in a suit but i won't buy it. i won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace. using five dollar words while praising his integrity. and just cause he's gone it doesn't change the fact: he was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death.
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