father’s
cousin’s mother
was eighteen when
she went on the road with
young Jack,
who looked so good,
leaning up against that wall
with a
pack of smokes
and a pen sticking out of his shirt pocket.
it
didn’t
take long
for it to all go bad
and
she was left
all alone with a kid
and a
stack of bills
that never got paid.
but,
Christ almighty
Sweet Jesus in a crowd,
it was worth every single minute of the ride.

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