I wish
to redefine
this too tall term:
family
Some nights,
Some nights I sit
Some nights I sit, wet with paint,
high off the fumes
of my own tired thoughts,
and wonder what this term will mean
to him.
If I could,
I’d start my own
dictionary
and paste our picture
beside that word.
The sign that signifies my love.
Some nights,
Some nights I sit
Some nights I sit, in your room
with you curled up
butt in the air,
(un)fairness incarnate
I sit with you,
illuminated by the gleaming
white lights of that
tiny Christmas tree
and foolishly cry
for the things you never had,
and may never even want.
-theGester
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