Sunday, July 01, 1990

My Parent's Divorce, 1989, Part II

Those damn blackberries
Will sit in that fridge
til they rot away!
Because I feel too guilty to eat them
And too guilty to throw them away.
Kind of symbolic, don't you think?
Just make up your mind, Bo,
And quit screwing around!
Love has a pretty long shelf life,
but
Love will rot, too,
Just like blackberries.
If it sits around
Unused, unnurtured, unsavored,
and uncared for.
07/1989
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