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“It gets better.”


Let me tell you this – it doesn’t automatically get better.

The world is divided into the bullies and the bullied.

And if you were bullied, you are quite likely being bullied now, and may always be bullied, and may think that’s the way it is, and not know the way it could be.

And if those rat bastards who bullied you then are still alive today, it was never better for them, and probably never will be, because

they were likely bullied at home, and took it out on you.

(And if you are now, or ever were, a bully, stop reading. This is not for you. Fuck you. I remember you.)

So that’s out of the way.

Let me tell you this – let me tell you what happens.

The people who love you will die.

The people who say they love you will lie.

You can be replaced, and will be someday.

The government doesn’t care about you.

The universe is one big bully sometimes, believe it.

You have to decide what and who is true,

and what true is to you.

Watch out for love

Watch out for the ones who throw the word at you like a game of dodgeball

until they smash you to the ground, and walk away.

Love doesn’t come with a blue ribbon you pin on your sweater, and parade it around, until it’s time to take it off and put it in a box.

It is absorbed through the skin, stealthily entering your blood, pulsing through your veins, and re-inventing your cells.

Love changes you, for better or worse.

Though it doesn’t get better in the blink of an eye, you might get these once in a while…

Swimming pool days, windy beach nights, parties where everyone ends up in the kitchen, parties that turn into dances, loud restaurants with singing and toasts, and first, and second, and never ending kisses….

And friends who love you, and who you love so deeply, that you don’t ever have to hear the words.

These are the pictures that no one can burn.

Let me tell you what it does get.

It gets harder, and scarier, and more complicated, but when you keep learning what to do

And bob, and weave, and stay on your toes

You will outdo the bullies, every time.

And then it gets better, because you get better.



In trying so hard

to make you see me, only

walking away worked.

Here’s what; take a look at yours

and know that you have filled it up,

that you have punched it for all it’s worth

and used it up with me.

There is no remittance, no exchanges, no returns, and no more promotions;

We will go on, until we don’t, but know

I’m not accepting any more pain from you.

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I got the call at Mom’s at quarter after seven that night; it was the hospital:

“Your father has passed away.”

I’m not sure what is worse, being told

or having to tell.

Cancer had been eating my father

for months, and now it was done.

He was not supposed to die so soon – there was so much more to do.

My mother walked around for months like half of her body had been ripped from her,

and I went numb, like the body will from too much pain.

Tonight, I walked my dog, and thought about the man

who taught me how to spell before any teacher had a chance, how to color (“You want to stay in between the lines; look at my arm, the color is all there”)

how to shoot baskets, and how to play blackjack before I got out of grade school.

This was a dad who built a well in the front yard (no water, but it was pretty), and a tree house in the back yard.

This was a dad who would sit with me at the kitchen table, and go over the names of all of the sports teams in each state, so that I knew there were New York Mets, Jets, and Nets, just for starters;

This was also a dad who would take me to the movies on Saturdays, who showed me the best way to wash dishes  (I’m still working on that one, Dad), and  who I learned so much about,  after it was too late to talk to him about it all.

Since I can’t ask you about it all, Dad, there’s just this to say to you –

You were all right, Dad – you did all right by me.

To enter a realm of possibility
Where love could be more than parts from a catalog, still
A mystery, still a delicious bite of magic
And the universe expanded a little bit
Every time the bell was rung.

I pay my money

and wander through with you;

So many mirrors,

there are dozens of you;

I bump into you,

and you smile at me,

but something is

off – the curve of your mouth is wrong;

no, there’s more.

It’s the eyes.

You look through me,

and the smile doesn’t reach your eyes, even though you try your best to make it so.

I look for the exit, and run; but there is none

only a path that goes in a circle

that leads back to you, or the one in the mirror who pretends to be you.

No clowns with bloody teeth

hysterically laughing

could be any scarier.

How do you fall out of love?

If physics applies, you can’t fall out of love.

If you fall in love,

you would have to crawl up and out of it

to get out of it.

That sounds more like it.

And if you’re in it alone,

and you know it, finally,

you would have to

crawl up and out, through mud

and broken glass

and blood

and shit

and realize that the scars

and the stains

all belong to you

tattoos of choice

for always.

Just be glad once you reach daylight,

because a fall from that height kills.

The words are said.
The heart is done.
The pain is buried.
The love is gone.

The greatest pleasure I have today

is wishing

that I could be Jessica Lange

in the last scene of “Frances

who meets up with Sam Shepard

and doesn’t know him.

A lobotomy?

Relief, compared to the rest of it.

By the sea,

I think of them

sitting in a circle with me on the beach; Mom, Dad,

Steve, Naomi,

Grandpa Toma, Uncle Paul

and Asia.

We’re under sunshine,

on the sand

next to the best waves.

Summer always comes and goes too soon.

I think of absent friends and family;

it doesn’t matter which season comes next,

for me, the next one always comes without them.

The calendar means nothing here;  Summer does its big finish when it wants,

in a ball of fire,

and a puff of smoke

and bows out

giving it over to Autumn.