Should I start this post with an apology for my absenteeism? I am sorry for the lapse, but life has done one of those things it is notorious for…knocking you on your ass. That is really only thing I can say is the reason for not posting. I have wanted to many times, but I didn’t have the energy. I also asked myself, “what are you going to say? More of the obvious? That I have a perspective different than most because of events during my development?” That gets old.
I am writing today to express some things because I need to, and writing is the “go to” for me. Fuck books and shit, I really write just because I have to. Why the hell would I have a blog for 2 years otherwise? But back to today’s need for expression. Today is the birthday of my mother.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANITA.
I know you worked with what you could, darlin’…
But I can’t find any respect for your avoidance. I know you had to do what you had to do…
And I know I did not inherit my courage from you.
Know I feel free of guilt
Not that it would soothe you
But that is not my intention.
I came to throw salt
on your winter walkways and wailing wounds,
To declare “FIN”
on this documentary of the damned.
Roll credits…of which you get none.