Writing

(The bolded parts are where the ink has smudged.)

Dear Mark,

Dear dad,

Empty as a glass

Thoughts? Nothing left to sip now

Just the ullage left. 

I could ramble on all day about the ethics of all the things our country’s done. 

But I won’t. 

Instead I’ll say this one thing: it’s going to happen again. 

Pain is a sign

that something is not right

just because

i have a high pain tolerance

doesn't mean that 

i have to ignore it 

and act like i'm ok

i try to ask myself 

there's a jar on my nightstand;

it used to be my grandmother's

but i recycled her memory 

into a pandora's box full of happiness.

the slips of paper are periwinkle

with dark purple penned messily,