I.V.'s and liver biopsy's
aren't the brightest conversation,
I know.
Neither are colostomy bags and
heart stints and
eighty-thousand dollar
hospital bills.
But you wanted to come,
to see how I lived,
meet my parents.
You see now, don't you?
Why I am the way I am.
Why I think the way I think,
do the things I do,
worry incessantly,
cry at the silliest things.
My family is quirky,
but we're a hearty breed.
Dad always says we'll be alive when
the cockroaches take over the world.
At least we still have our humor.
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