I sped to the poetry reading
like it was AA and I was on the verge of relapsing.
The theme of the night was family.
She said, “Mama knew daddy
was coming into my room.” She looked
at us, and we nodded.
Then she sang the blues.
He said, “My father turned out
to be a sex offender
i was just trying to find
a way to forgive him
when he told me not to visit
so now, i have nothing.”
I sat in the back but was spotted
“Georgia! Welcome back!
Oh, I see a darkness rising-
You should always come to us when that happens!
Would you like to read something?”
“Nah, I’m here to listen.”
they reminded me again and again
that they are my friends, family even
which is good, cause i have trouble keeping track
of who can be trusted and who just cant.