Been Out of School Way Too Long Chris Coulson Blog Poetry Flash Fiction
Friday, February 14, 2014
Everybody out of the Pool
I woke up today in a panic about the end.
First, there was my lonesome childhood, nobody around
no parents zero blank.
And now here I wake up with no kids
not gonna be any,
no father for me or for me to be
Am I gonna die nobody around no children?
Is it gonna be a semi-private room in the middle
of the afternoon with the sound of a vacuum cleaner
in the hall and a sitcom laugh track in the room,
then dead, even out of toilet paper?
I might not go like this, I have friends, I confess
but still no kids now, no parents before.
Did anything really happen between
not being a son and not being a father?
I think so
but how do you deal with this feeling?
You just do, son.
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