my dad nibbled on a gun barrel
when i was five
my sister slit her wrists
three years ago
visiting hours at the asylum today
were between four and six
i read my mom Dr. Seuss
her favorite
then kissed her forehead
goodbye
alone now
in my dark apartment
with only a bottle of wine
and my thoughts…
biding my time
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