ever loved me. Or anyone.
LEFT UNSAID:
Even me.
I always knew
she chose drugs
over me. Now I
find out she chose
some-guy-not-my-
father over me too.
Happy as I am
to have any new
information that
imparts insight re:
what made me, me,
and why I’m here,
I need more
answers. Now, while
he’s hopefully stuck
in verbal mode, is
the time to strike.
After we catch our
collective breath.
Understanding
my father is suddenly
important. Not sure
why. Understanding
my mother very well
might be impossible.
BUT I HAVE TO TRY
So here goes. “How did