so many quiet spots in our lives

so many quiet spots in our lives

A Poem by Philip Gaber

You told me you grew up in a foster home. Fantasized about being adopted by that anguished young couple you saw from your bedroom window on that chill New Year’s Eve morning. The husband, smoking, shaking his head and looking at his wristwatch, stood stiffly. The wife, silent and sullen, arms folded, eyes shielded by sunglasses, paced the parking lot. But you decided he was too short to be your father and she was too hard-looking to be your mother, so you sc. Image 3 of 4

　
　

© 2024 Philip Gaber


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Philip Gaber
Philip Gaber

Charlotte, NC



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I hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more..

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