Come On Let's Go
Got high in the church bathroom, but now a missionary.
Mom was dying. I took her prescription pain pills.
Parked each morning outside the liquor store.
Forgave my stepfather who abused me.
Just wanted to end it all.
Followed my comedian dad toward death by drugs.
Prayed to Satan, God, Buddha—whoever.
Survived grenade and bullet wounds, but not the nightmares.
He was 60. I was 14.
After twenty jail terms, now able to be with my kids.
I kept dreaming about visiting Dad in prison.
A prostitute for years when I met my husband.
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