all of my shit in a bucket tossed sloshing about every year at the holiday without fail doubt the shit rises to the top a stench that remains from my past I carry the weight of my shit hoping it doesnβt spill out onto our carefully selected tongue and groove wood floors and my wife doesnβt scold me for dumping it everywhere without care of the stink or mess it leaves for her to clean up.
Β©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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