by September 3, 2021 0 comments

I pulled down your past
and watched it ooze onto
the floor, spreading like
hot jelly, exposing your
footsteps and soul. You
asked to look at mine
since it was only right
and would make it better
between us.

Mine was airy and
light like crepe batter.
The death of your mother
and the loss of my job
at the bank; your Cancer,
my bulging disc.

The checklist of personal
histories served no purpose.
Aimless one-upping, Hmph!

After sucking on cigarettes,
we pulled up our pasts and
walked out into the morning

– John Dorroh

editors note:

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours… You first. – mh clay

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