to dismiss
the angry, the arrogant,
the self
righteous,
but then an hour later
i feel bad about
it.
i confuse myself
with my
regrets.
maybe they too weren't
hugged as a child.
maybe they had
an abusive
husband, or father along
the way.
a lunatic mother?
a psychotic wife?
who's to know.
who's to blame, we've all
got something
going on these days.
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