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Friday, September 26, 2014

I drew this like two years ago, but was too embarrassed to share it. I found it while going through some old drawings today, and decided to scan it for you:

Friday, September 19, 2014

September 19, 1988

we don’t talk about the
things that hurt us
the most
that day in september
so many years ago
how my dad didn’t see
me off to kindergarten
how he was in the
hospital
seeing angels on a
morphine drip
we don’t talk about
how tense it’s made
everything
how I never called
my mother when I was
in the hospital
seeing angels on a
morphine drip
and so afraid it was all over
that I’d never have a
chance to ask her the questions
about that day in september
that I’ve been so
afraid to ask
or it was
never the right time
and how we
have buried that
day so deep
it hurts my chest to choke
out the words
I know
when she says
it’s always like it
happened yesterday