We begged our children as bats, v2
We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To Continue reading
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We begged our children as bats, v0
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — big zen clown shoes
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — such an unhapp of a child My-family Thanksgivings in Western Maryland: you toddler, crying folded like a deflated beach-ball buddha at the top of the stairs; beyond your 3 years; perplexed your Grandma Pat: ” … such an unhappy child.”
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — give up the ghost
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — give up the ghost Talk amongst yourself. Go on about your business. Forget your father. He Continue reading
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — The we-don’t-get-along story
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — The we-don’t-get-along story We don’t get along. Always on edge of a fight. Little in common. We Continue reading
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — big zen clown shoes
Now it’s time for our Chinese zen; stand by while I don the big funny hat, the inflatable clown shoes, Continue reading
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — such an unhapp of a child
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — such an unhapp of a child My-family Thanksgivings in Western Maryland: you toddler, crying folded like Continue reading
Oh, sure, bio-dad. — Lucius, the well is deeper than I knew
Ma Never-send letter thoughts I put together. Even now the little girl causes stress Jaybird Not sure what your calls Continue reading
