pocket knife
when I was young
I planned out how to kill him
if he ever hit me again
when I got older
I tried to forgive
if not forget
when I became a father
the wind blew his ember into
my dry kindling; it caught
when I went home
the past chased me, yelling,
into their newly remodeled kitchen
when I drove away
I cut all ties using
the knife I always keep in my pocket
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Jason Crane
21 October 2019
State College PA
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