I am writing a poem
My poem is about Russell
My poem is not safe
But it is good
Sometimes the people you love really hurt you before your coffee kicks in, or you're aware enough to know that you feel bad.
Sometimes the people you love make little recreations of themselves.
Sometimes you love no one.
I realized today that if you died it is highly possible that I would be the one who had to tell your mom.
I am ok with being the one who has to tell your mom.
But if I have to tell your boys, then I quit life.
Not only do I not want the responsibility, I don't want to explain to my daughter why I am so sad.
I don't know if I'd show up to your funeral, but I would build you a house.
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