An Emblem for the Shallow

Weekly Diary Entry

The way I see it it wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t there,

In your pictures—so long as you had those little traces of family

In your office to brag about to whoever will listen:

Something to show. Whatever that something is doesn’t matter.

Worse—who’s in them doesn’t matter to you. It doesn’t matter at all.

So I no longer care if I’m in them.

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.