dear mom
it's been nine years since you left the planet. so, how's life out there in the stars? do you look down on the earth and think, wtf? do you even know what wtf means? mom, donald trump is our president. can you believe it? he's a lying pathetic caricature of a man, mom. i know you'd be yelling at the tv or the newspaper whenever he opens his big stupid anus shaped mouth.
mom, i'm a full blown artist now. i even have my work in prestigious university collections. it's a start, at least. i am still living in that apartment in brooklyn. i have the painting you made hanging by my bed, remember the one? i always loved that painting, my all time favorite. when i am gone from here, i miss it like it's a member of the family and it is.
i miss you, mom. i think you might be proud of who i've become. part of you is in me. all the crazy things we went through. they've shaped who i am. all the bad and the good and the mediocre.
i love you