That hate came from love
left to rot in my gut like roadkill
in summer. You know why
I ended up back in a cage?
Because I didn’t give
a half damn about anyone.
Rob ’em? Why not?
Rough ’em up? Hell, yeah.
Because it made me feel
in control. Never was,
though. What I couldn’t see
was that hate controlled me.
HE PAUSED THERE
And I thought he would stop
without telling me what I still
wanted to know. “You haven’t
answered my question.”
Because I’m not really sure.
I think it’s wrong that Dad
and Cora kept you from
knowing your roots. Just
wrong. I want to fix that if
I can. But I also want to see
Kristina again. Maybe I can
quit hating her then. At least
I’ll have a chance to tell her
what the last fifteen years
have done to me. I was dead
inside. And then I saw you.
A piece of me, so full of life.