benign by Angela Thomas of course, i'm praying that it's nothing more than a fatty tumor, grown from fast food and not enough exercise, not a massive masochistic malignant growth that intends to take my mother. i want so badly for him to be the one on the phone consoling me, wrapping his protecting, knowing arms around my crying form as i throw back beer after beer in a somber kind of stupor. as soon as she started talking, i signed online and was booking flights home to a place that i loathe being, dread sleeping, packing like i'm on my way in less than an hour. home sweet fucking home. and i pray that there is an ounce of life beneath the granite and smoke hanging dimly at night. 01/11/2010 Posted on 01/11/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/14/10 at 05:45 AM Staggeringly beautiful. I wish the best for you and your family. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)