My Father Speaks

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

dad-at-picnic-table

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