Trust

I read somewhere that brown notebooks hold truth.

I bought one yesterday.

Making mine proof.

I will use it to record all the facts.

It will “fill in” if I have a memory lapse.

I write one a day some days I write five.

They still seem angry I am alive.

I miss my children so much I could rumble.

My natural state of being is humble.

I want to go home.

Live a quiet life.

Write poetry in the day.

Star gaze at night.

I have a jacuzzi I want to soak.

Like those little potatoes with roasts.

I will tell you my story while I smoke sativa.

In my mind not a worry in yours not one either.

We are safe with each other.

Behind my back no gossip.

Stop saying it please?

I am not a trollop.

PATRICIA A. MANIACI/AMERICA RACINE/BLOCK

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