Footnotes

Donot run away.

Hang in there, because I have stories to tell you.

I had dreamed of traveling only to return home.

To share with you how I got stoned
in a train in Paris

Or saw sunsets through windmills in Amsterdam

And drank wine atop a mountain in Alps

And had old boyfriends with ponytails

And young ones who grew hash

And found love and made memories.

Donot run away, daddy

You have to laugh again

And write footnotes for me.