peppaw he kept the checkerboard on the kitchen table. on the same table he kept his pipe, tobacco and an old henry knife with a broken tip. i sat down and pulled that uncomfortable tie away from my collar and kicked off those goddamn shoes. the clock seemed to be ticking too loud. the whole kitchen seemed like it was waiting for him to come back.
Reason for writing:
a rewrite of an older poem
Birth sign: Taurus
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