a surreal prose poem
Karma
My mother wanted a better life for her children.
She put us in all types of extra-curricular programs
and got me a scholarship to fancy prep school
to give me a better start. My father didn’t care
for any of that stuff but much of it was useful.
I broke her heart, and my own, again and again.
It’s only karma that now the doctors tell me
I have permanent heart failure. So I have to do
a reset, change my life, my ways.
I know Mama forgives me, Daddy told me so
in a dream. And the doctors say I can expect
to live a normal lifespan if I’m careful and remember
to take my meds on time. And regular exercise
and eating the right foods (no french fries!).
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