Tosh Ford · Working title · Childhood & love to come
Content advisory: Contains themes of childhood loneliness and parental absence.
I sit alone on the street. I sit alone in my life as I was 1. I don’t have the father that can put forth a ball that he doesn’t throw that doesn’t get caught, as the smile doesn’t come on my face, and I don’t catch the ball that doesn’t bounce on the green grass that’s not greener on the other side. I don’t have the mother that doesn’t stroke my hair when I’m not crying over spilt milk that wasn’t spilt and doesn’t leave liquid on the chair not to be spilling on the floor. I lay alone in the dark waiting for the light to not come from the sun that’s not going to appear, as it won’t. I don’t walk around and hold the hand of someone that I met that I don’t know, that will become my husband…
