SOME SECRETS
Are better left kept.
Sometimes you’re better
off thrashing around
on your own in the dark.
Sometimes those things
that percolate in your brain
brew into bitter coffee
once disturbed. Sometimes
it’s good to remember
not to go poking in woodpiles
where snakes like to hide
and red-bellied spiders crawl.
Unless you’re hoping to
get bit. Lusting for poison.
ALMOST A WEEK
Since I met Brendan.
Dad.
Biologically speaking.
I think.
Still not totally sure, mostly because
I didn’t have the balls to confront him.
Just couldn’t figure out a way to say,
Hey dude, did you once rape my mother?
Wasn’t the right venue.
Wrong place.
Wrong time. Too many
people around.
So instead, it’s eating me up from
the in