I only give thanks on Thanksgiving like the rest of America
To every member in my life that has helped to stabilize this broken person:
I couldn’t do this by myself.
I am so grateful.
[I would write a poem for you, but I don't believe in poetry, oh, noetry.
I think poetry is a completely unnecessary literary genre.
It has no use except as a mode of expression for teenage woes and angst.]
How so very logical of you.
m: Mama, [girl from my youth whom my mother knows] is engaged!
Mama: Why does that surprise you? She’s your age.
m: I know! It just feels so young.
Mama: You’re doing pretty much the same thing, aren’t you?
m: …
Touché, mother. Touché.
