I really needed to write this today. Enjoy. 

My Fuck Ass Family

I was feeling good.

I was feeling great.

I was seizing the day

until my fuck ass family came.

I have an older sister.

She’s golden and accomplished,

pretty in a conventional way.

My mother came too,

tagging along my oldest daughter.

I felt grateful

and fulfilled by their visit,

but there was a feeling inside

paying a visit of its own.

A familiar visitor.

One I’m becoming comfortable with.

I had a house full

inside and out,

and I know in my heart

without a doubt

that I don’t align

with anything they talk about.

It’s not deep.

It’s not true.

Just gossiping about

the who’s who

of who’s that.

I am not into all of that.

They disregard my dreams

and my goals,

and smart off

to my eleven-year-old.

My fuck ass family

came to visit,

and so much happened

that I have to sit with it.

I don’t fit in.

I’m the odd man out.

Half the time

I don’t even know

what they are screeching about.

Are they unhappy

with their lives?

Are they just dense and wry?

I have no answers

to these questions.

I just separate myself

from my fuck ass family.