This is the house where my untreated delusional mother was isolating herself in medical neglect, occasionally found wandering through the woods.
When I posted up no hunting signs on my mother’s property, Marshall made vague threats to cause bodily injury to me, the remaining nondelusional current inhabitant of this home.
Marshall also sent pizza to my mother’s address a few months ago (around the time her lean was bought I believe) instructing the delivery boy to insist her house was “his” house. I asked Dad about this in my mind, like a prayer.
I don’t know what that was
that was offensive
that ain’t right
no, she wasn’t supposed to be sleeping
Roseanne was supposed to be sleeping
peanuts
cyber crimes division
I mean what the hell
Gary Indiana
San Diego
lots
it’s secret
classified
what you’ve done for me
Fort Knox
Unraveled and the Birth of Joy 