Still waiting for my step father to take me out with a shovel like he did with my mother’s cat when it bit her.
When I was freezing in my too cold apartment and coughing because there was mold and dust, in active withdrawal from psych meds, he said you can’t come here.
He said I better not see you here.
Still waiting for a single person in my entire extended family to reach out.
For some sort of apology.
For some sort of something.
I think I’ll be waiting a long time.
Laughs and Lobotomies 