"Chroma Cues" (or "Baltimore Commercial Break")

Ed. Note: Today, I came across an old poem I wrote around the time my father passed. Part eulogy, part questioning my father’s relationship with my mother, “Chroma Cues” is based around a time where I actually asked my parents why they weren’t together, before I knew what “bastard” meant (or, at least, before I knew […]

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