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Reconstructed from Fragments

As I recall
the physical remains
of [my] childhood 
were left in storage unit number [...]
in [...], a town by a river.

As we drove away,
[never] to return,
dad made me give up
my spending money
to buy cigarettes for [...]

She smoked, and [...]
we ate prickly pears and [...]
I got a sticker in my ton[gue and ...]
the [engine?] block cracked and [...]
she said not to play with the black kid and [...]

We drove for [...] days [...]
in dirty places where people gamble
and eat listlessly at the [...]

Enough.

There is no putting this back together.
There is no finding the parts.
And that's ok.
However it happened, I'm still here.
And this day is dawning unbroken.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/13/2018 7:18:00 AM
Bleak, inspiration narrative.. never quit!!
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