Today's poem is by Carrie Shipers
Confession
When you aren't sure what to write about, write about something you can't tell your mother.
UnknownI stopped calling for no reason because
you didn't always seem glad to hear from me.
Last week, my dog got more medical care
than I did during my entire childhood,
and he wasn't even sick. I don't talk
to my brother because he's an angry drunk.
When I was a teenager, I lied a lot
more often than I got caught. I hardly ever
wash my sheets or save the greeting cards
you send for Halloween or Groundhog Day.
Your coffee makes my stomach hurt.
I have friends whose advice I actually follow.
I can never tell that you've lost weight,
don't always trust you'll take my side.
When you say you're worried about me,
I feel like I've done something wrong.
I knew I was moving to Wisconsin
for months before I told you. Because
I'll never be ready to live without you,
I have to practice while you're still alive.
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