it's not easy
being family,
despite the blood,
the history,
the endless collage
of childhood
days, now permanent
distortions
locked in memory.
but not every
one is in love,
or loved, or
equally cared
for or betrayed.
it's family,
it's dark, it's
wonderful at times,
it's inescapable
and crazy.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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Mr. Chute,
This poem is yet another example of how you somehow manage to capture a universe of seemingly indescribable feelings in just a few simple lines. Amazing and wonderful.
LGSB
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