Guilt is the sharpest sword in my collection.
The Catholic church impressed it on my parents and they have passed it on to me.
Before I met Chuck it impacted me so that I had already arranged plans to fall off the planet.
I must have really fallen off, because I don’t even touch it when I walk around.
How do you find yourself?
Grandma used to say, “all the oceans can be filled into one clamshell before you get any answers.”
And here I am with my diapers down
Running around to each corner of the house pleading my case
Screaming at the loose nails in our floor boards
Moving the couch around to cover them up
Moving Chuck to Oregon to cover me.
One day we’ll get rid of the couch because he can see how tired I am of sitting
Which is suiting, since this much guilt should be served standing up.
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