The soundtrack for this week’s Best Worst Year is ready for your Friday lunch fix.
“28. The world is still rolling out in front of you, a surging tide pulling away from the mainland, revealing stretches of beach unknown to you. 28 and you are still wandering out into the surf, taking to water rather than taking on water…”
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If this letter could be anything
else it would be a broken
window in an abandoned house.
From the front porch, staring into
absence with only a street light’s
insight, I run my finger over
sharp edges which begin
with a sliver of hope and end
with no forwarding address.
Because you didn’t get Tom Waits;
in fact his voice scared you.
Because you were positive Catch 22
was written by Vonnegut.
Because you didn’t understand rice
cookers and loved Uncle Ben’s.
Because you chain smoked in my
living room while I was at work.
Because you were so quick to tell
everyone your problems.
Because you were a foot taller than
me and would remind me constantly.
Because you fell asleep during Army
Because you took drugs and stole
thirty dollars out of my coat.
Because you would leave the bathroom
door open when going #2.
Because you called my Simpsons
action figures “dolls.”
Because you talked through the whole
opening sequence of A Clockwork Orange.
Because you kissed me like I was your
uncle and didn’t close your eyes.
Because you cheated on me with my
Because you cheated on me with your
Because you couldn’t pick between me
and the girl in your drama class.
Because you drank my single malt cask
strength Macallan with Diet Pepsi.
Because you wanted me to write poems
Because you wanted me to be a poem I
was never ready to write.
Because you needed a father figure.
Because you needed a husband.
Because you needed to be alone.Because you needed me.