You told me the best way to forget Was never to remember You said, “Look, the moon doesn’t hold a grudge.” You had all the answers, balms and bandages, Homemade snake oil remedies But you weren’t there to stifle the screams Of a child caught with the wrong parents. You didn’t have to choose which method for punishment Which sibling should get it first Which one would go hungry another night But I get what you’re doing You’re a fixer, a healer, ever optimistic So from now on I’ll stick to fiction Something more palatable Events formed from imagination That only happen between the ink
Rich Man
And someday soon you Will have to ask yourself If it was all worth it Children gone and estranged New wife filling out forms Your castle freshly painted No one outside the gate Not burglars or friends Simply solace Years and years of it Molding like so much uneaten bread
Photo 2016 copy write Thuna Herbal Remedies Artifacts from a Toronto institution 1920's
Bio: Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AND NEITHER ARE YOU out now from Unknown Press. You can also find him at lenkuntz.blogspot.com