Tell me about your problems, how
They're "personal." Sit me down in the
Living room, on that faded red leather couch-
The one my baby self nearly ruined- and patronize me in
Every way you can. Talk down to me-
"We still love you; nothing will change;
Don't worry; you'll still see us both;
We don't hate each other; we're not in love anymore"-
And pretend like I'm believing you. Use words like
"Honey," "sweetie," "darling," and make this sound like
Some joyous occasion. Ignore me when my breathing gets
Heavy, reality sets in, and my eyes turn white.
Pat me on the back.
Call me "sport" for being so "understanding" of your
"Personal" problems. Tell me about your divorce, how it
Won't affect me at all. And I'll tell you how I knew
This was coming.
-Jason Sherwood
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Chicken Soup For The Soul- Redone
PoetryI'm not sure how many of you, if any, have ever read or even heard of the chicken soup for the soul book series. I used to love reading them and I own several of them. With that being said, I am making a collection of all my favorite poems that I've...
