My Child Was Born at Night
Children are like wet
cement whatever falls on them makes an impression:
In the case of my child,
it was a father who left
when he was still in diapers
and a mother who could not get
off drugs and spent her days
in a room that smelled of
weed and incense.
Without warning, I would
come home from work to find my son
naked and hungry on the
living room floor watching TV.
___ AKSHR
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