26.6.08
fantasies
They’ve got a piano in their living room. They live as if their lives were intellectually better.
Nobody hears the girl crying in the bathroom while the dad plays. Nobody cares if the boy can’t hold his mind off of his male pianist friend; he’s artistically interesting. Nobody watches the mom while she swallows tons of anti depressive pills and dives into the bathtub.
He doesn’t attend his husband jobs anymore. He exchanged his dick for the sax.
She doesn’t know what love is anymore. The Chicken Soup For The Soul didn’t help.
They never knew what it meant to be loved. Do your chores, learn your piano, get your A’s. Obey the weird structure.
I wanna be like my father, he’s so smart. I wanna be like my mother, she’s so pretty.
They’re so hollow, in their fantasy, hiding their secrets, refusing support.
They won’t even let me say how wrong they are. They’re so wrong! They’re so wrong!
KADICHARI M.
criado por kadichari 
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