Most of the crow I’ve choked down has been cold, and long past expiration. I believe people do have the capacity to change. I was the star in my own dysfunctional movie. Groundhog Day, over and over. Expecting different results from grandfathered ways of living. On that day, the pain, I cannot articulate, the pain. I still feel, everything, at least 8 times a day. It comes heinously close, yet not enough to be merciful enough to take me, and deplete the breath from my lungs, completely.
I still get the wind knocked out, my reliable Mack truck. Circling my block, waiting. My Mack, loved to leave me Blindsided, and run down.

Mack, isn’t such a nemesis, now Mack, annoying at best. And very inconsiderate.

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