The imprint deep within
my glass soul.
An informative, yet troubled past.
Something present
and
unknown.
The ghost of heredity
pushing forward
my electronic breastbone.
Until finally,
I am confronted
by the intangible image
running through my veins.
1 comment:
Forrest, I am going to see Mr. Lucas tomorrow. i have never met you but I have a son wtih your uncle Ken, his name is Coleman. Ken Jr., is in a nursing home because he was in a horrible wreck. I have lots of pictures of you and your dad and have been trying to find you and that side of the family. I hope you get this message and get in touch with me. sandy west,
shutson@trustmark.com or 601 520 4241
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