I wrote this poem in college shortly after my parents were divorced and I don't think I've written a poem since.
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Un
"I don't remember..."
is what you told Mom.
"I've got lots of closet space..."
is what you told me as I gazed at our
displaced furniture
and the couch mourned with me.

I'll never understand 26 years
for closet space...

done.

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At the time, it was easiest to blame my dad. Looking back now I can see it was more complicated than I realized at the time. A little distance changes perspective, no doubt.

-B