untitled
I got drunk and searched for
the kid I kicked
on the playground
in third grade.
I told my teacher
I didn’t do it.
It still keeps me up at night.
I take a walk on the beach
to calm my mind
and remember breaking
my friends sand dollar once.
Do other people still think
about things like this?
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yes. yes i do….
Nice job on a definitely not nice topic. Unsuppressable ruminations about the past plague me also. I resent the inordinate amount of time I spend in fantasy of kicking the living shit out of my ex-wife’s lovers, who were all very good friends of mine. So, in real life I let them float away. Now my devastating kicks and blows keep me from falling to sleep. Your poems proves there are kindred spirits to commiserate their agony.
Yes
Absolutely.
I do ! I was a very kind child, but a kind of mean young adult :/