Another Birthday Approaching


Another Birthday Approaching 



There were so many unresolved 

hurtful words said in haste 

on your way out, mother.


Pain that never thawed, 

unsympathetic eyes 

with blinkers and no 

apparent regret. 


I could say I forgave 

but the blood 

on my living room floor 

could call me hypocrite 

and liar, a blood version 

of Dali's, The Face Of War.


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