Father, this year's jinx rides us apart....where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling its stone to your heart, leaving me here to shuffle and disencumber you from the residence you could not afford: a gold key, your half of a woolen mill, twenty suits from Dunne's, an English Ford, the love and legal verbiage of another will, boxes of pictures of people I do not know. I touch their cardboard faces. They must go.
AaronAKAAtrus15 January 2012 at 7:32pmPosts: 445 (0 today)Status: offline
Yes, i heard it was also a play she wrote called mercy street about cild abuse and this poem, which i read for the first time in a 400+ page pdf about genesis