365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Sixty-Two

“I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, sick, sick, sick.”

break out family.
have your kicks.
sorry to make you uncomfortable.
sorry all that shit sticks.

what am I supposed to say?
keep it in, ignore the days.
and years of feeling oh so small.
like I didn’t matter at all.

I can understand your pain.
even if it drives me insane.
I can understand what you did.
no matter how badly it affected your kids.

but what I can’t get.
and what I reject.
is the same old game being played.
and what I can’t get.
and what I reject.
is the right in any of this.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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