I made varsity baseball team
In 10th grade
At what was supposed to be an end of season
Celebration
Where I was getting the best all around
Award (Best All Around Player?)
Most Valuable Player, yea that was it
M..fucking..VP
I don’t remember the drive there
To the Celebration
Or the friends and high fives or hand shakes
Or the speeches or the room or the building
Or walking up to, getting, or walking back with
The Award
Or the drive back
I just remember
Mom snorted cocaine
Before we left
To teach me a lesson
SNOOOOOOOORT
She looks up with intention and self righteousness
And spit these words from her mouth,
“Don’t do like I do..”
Who the fuck does that?
To their kids
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Ya. The bombshell. Nothing like beginning to learn what truly matters, and what doesn't. Doubtless many envied you the honors, but I'll guarantee none envied you the memorable part. Beautifully rendered with a crushing poignancy and excellent imagery. Thank you for sharing.
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