Between The Ink
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
