Saturday, February 14, 2004

I wrote this poem in college shortly after my parents were divorced and I don't think I've written a poem since.
"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...



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.



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