by John K. Massey
He came to my porch and talked a lot.
I listened.
He cursed his father.
I listened.
He talked about his demons.
I already knew mine.
He quoted scripture.
I tried to believe him.
He rebuked his demons.
Mine spoke louder.
One cold day locked himself in a garage with a running car.
I haven’t yet.
John K. Massey was born and still lives in Oxford, MS. The son of a farmer/cattleman. His formal education was in psychology and English literature but by happenstance or necessity, but has spent a career as a researcher at a national science laboratory. Poetry and short stories are an outlet he uses to express his feelings on the human condition, recovery and the good and bad things of daily life.
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