She was in a Jimmy Buffet novel.
You know, the man has many talents, right?
The not-grandma of a beach bum from Heartache Wyoming
Like me.
She married his grandpa
And disappeared
Before she gave him children
But every now and then
She'd send him a post card
To let him know she was alive
And happy.
Just a ghost
Living in the attic
Through her post cards.
I often wonder,
If that's who I'll become.
A ghost.
A nomadic ghost
Who gave up the life we all crave
For the other life we fantasize about.
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A Year In Poetry
PoetryHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
