Fallout (Crank 3)

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