20 thoughts on “Blackout Poem — Like Bookends Our Faces Were Blurs

  1. Thanks for your wonderful poem – & the original story which comes shining through. ‘The jacket as the ugly brother’ is a wonderful image. Reminds me of the Adidas Rome sneakers I lusted after – and the faux Target copies I ended up with. Mothers are so cruel 🙂

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    • I believe that’s in their job description. For me, the ugly clothes were only part of the incentive to start working early in my life. Bad food and no money for model cars also entered into it. Single mothers sometimes have no choice in what we see as cruelty as kids. Gary Soto is always an awesome read. One of the perks of teaching middle school.

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