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Number of posts : 63 Age : 51 Location : Salt Lake City, Utah Poets : Allan Ginsburg, May Swenson, Billy Collins, ect. Registration date : 2008-12-27
| Subject: I REMEMBER NOT MY SWEET INFANCY Fri Jan 30, 2009 8:30 pm | |
| spent in my mother’s arms when I had a bout of Colic as I laid in my wooden prisson while she guzzled a cold Pepsi.
I remember my sweet infancy spent in my father’s arms early in the morning as he dressed me to take me on the bread-truck to West Yellowstone.
Father was a machine of human flesh until he died in 2001. Mother unfortunately played both roles. When father died,
mother briefly reached out to me. She held me close to tell me she loved me as she kissed my check and I whispered that I wanted to die—join my father, the only one who loved and protected me.
I remember not my sweet infancy . . . | |
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