UncleMy earliest memoriesof my sister Rebeccawere wrestling on my parents bed.At the time I was taking Judoso my sister was normally the onesaying uncle.13 years agomy sister experienced problemsgiving birth.The doctor told us it was eithermy sister or the baby to survive.That was the day I lost my sisterand received my daughter in law,also named Rebecca,who Rebecca said I should raisealong with my wife Courtney.For 13 years Rebecca thoughtI was her fatheruntil Courtney told her the truthon her 13th birthday.13 years ago I lost my sister.“Is it true you’re my uncle” she asked“I guess so” i replied “but…”“Yay, I have an uncle!”“Rebecca please”“Uncle Tyler!”“Rebecca please stop”“Why are you crying uncle?”“Rebecca for the love of God please stop calling me uncle. Please”
I would never knowHad I not been adoptedI would never knowAbandonment,The feeling of being wanted,And sacrifice.Had I not been rapedI would never knowTrustAnd the different between loveand lustHad I not attempted suicideI would never knowThe value of life.
UntitledWhat if Godhas multiple personality disorderand his other persona isthe devil
9 Line poemI text my wifein the movie theatrewithout remorseI call my wifeon the subwayeven though everyone can hear meand I talk to my wifeeven though she never listensat her grave.