12gauge.com 2002

Why My Dad Hates Blueberries

when he gets mad he holds in like bad breath then waits to
hold it in until his eyes tear his hair falls out then he is ready to
hold it in to seethe until he's primed pell-mell to
hold it in to ripen only to
hold it in to fester, layering it like cheesy rum cake in the belly of a sot
holding it in under water until
he just about near explodes.
then he explodes.

it
reminds
me
of his long-forgotten
college pie-eating contest the
one that he won
all the pastries holding it in.

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