9 AM

I receive a text message,
reading that I have absolutely
nothing else to worry about.
That I should never respond,
and live my life, so they can
live theirs. That I’d never be
a good father, anyway, with
or without their say.

This poem was originally featured in SOFT CARTEL.

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