you're a bastard...

by Ross Vassilev

if your mother and father
scream all the time

if you prefer blue sky
and white clouds over people

if you picked your nose
on 9/11 and dream
of Slavic paradises deep
in lost forests

if sunshine on red bricks
makes you think of Kerouac

Jack, we forgive your awful
poems

your daughter Jan
forgives you for abandoning her

the world will always remember you,
Jack

we'll just try to remember the myth
and not the man. 

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