It’s Just Great

On Sunday, July 10th, my ex-wife flipped her car with the kids in it. The car was destroyed. They were not.

I have to lead off with this because I’m not going to build suspense with my kids’ lives. Next time, on Talbots in Trouble!

Everyone is fine now, physically at least. The kids still talk about it constantly. The first thing Cora said this morning when I went to pick them up was, “Hey Dad, do you remember when Mom and me and Bea were covered in blood when the car crashed?” I keep telling her that everything is going to be okay.

Everything is going to be okay.

It’s been over a week since I’ve written anything other than shitty Facebook comments. Something has happened to me. I’m fine. Everything is great. I had a nightmare about a cemetery full of bouncy houses, but everything is great.

Oh, I did write a terrible poem about current events, but then more current events happened, as they do, and it seemed like trash after that. I can’t juxtapose pop culture references and violence and act all, “Ha ha! I am the poetry guy coming in from the side to fucking wreck the narrative!” anymore. I’m in this mess like everyone else. I’m filthy with it, but everything is going to be okay. It’s great. I’m great.

The only thing I can do right now is forge ahead. I have to squat and pass this constipated mess and then, maybe, something will come after. Maybe I’ll need to whine more. I can do that too. Everything is going to be great.

This is fine.

Everything is fine.

Everything is going to be okay.