Year of 2020

Publish a few things
no one reads
shutdown everything
for almost 6 months
laid off
make everyone wear
masks and ‘social distance’
start new job
be forced to sanitize
until my hands are dry
get a new car
hardly leaves the house
besides kickboxing and work
father gets struck and killed
by a car
get covid from in-law
watch my husband whine
and not take care of the kid
have a hard time getting
back to work
because they don’t understand
you can test positive up
to 3 months
meanwhile everyone else can
get back to a story no one
will probably read
look for a new job
them expecting I can do
a virtual interview with
a baby in the background

My year has been great
the painting of my mother’s
obituary picture holding
my daughter
I received on Christmas
was the cherry on top
as if I need to be
reminded of shit
this year has done it
I quit

You know what kills people too?
Cars and cancer
but no one is talking about it
this year
yes, people are dying
that is real
I had a mild case of covid
a little cough and stuffy nose
and I survived
if I was older, who knows

Alright

I see how it is
curiosity killed the cat
that’s okay I probably
wouldn’t have taken it
I’m probably going
somewhere else in 2021

You know
you don’t know someone
based on their cover
you’re lucky to have
parents alive
I don’t
guess what?
It’s a reality you’ll
have to face someday
I just faced it sooner

I’m not an alien
I’m ahead of all
of you

Pandemic?
Guess what?
I wear a mask
everywhere
wash my hands
sanitize
and I still got
COVID!
I only visit
stores twice a month
maybe
and never eat out!

Why?
Well someone was
sick and selfish
put him seeing my
daughter over
everyone’s welfare

Older people care?
Please, they’re just
as ignorant!

So I’m supposed
to sit here and watch
you idiots?
Nope

You can either
live in fear
or accept reality

Memories of my father

when I was a baby
he was never around
he was in the Coast Guard
when I was little I sat
on his big stomach and
ate popcorn
I went grocery shopping
with him every weekend
he took my mother’s paycheck
sometimes he took me
to the casino
when I was 9 I had a fit
at church because I didn’t
want to be there he hit me
on the side of my leg
my parents split
when I was eleven
I wasn’t aware of it
I thought when my mother
said we were moving,
he was coming
I was wrong

Did he try to see us?
yes, he got into a fight
with her boyfriend and that
was the last time he came
there to try

So then
he sent me birthday
and Christmas cards
every year
since then
sometimes he called
I hardly answered
I saw him only on some
holidays at church
as I got older
when my mother passed
he was at my sister’s house
on Thanksgiving and Christmas
to see us

He showed up at
the hospital when I had
my daughter though a few
months earlier I cussed him
out for making a comment
about me being big
— I was pregnant

Was he there when I was
growing up?
Yeah, here and there
when I was a kid
though half the time
he was gone gambling
when I was a teenager, no
I mean good luck for
anyone trying to get to me then

The last time I spoke to
him was the day after my birthday
he was excited to see
my daughter on Thanksgiving
which was cancelled by coronavirus
and cancelled farthermore
by the asshole that
ran him over and killed him
the night before

Sooo, all that gaps
in my life of him not being there
he made some kind of effort
though I hardly saw him
or knew anything about him
he took some interest what
was going on in my life
it’s unclear to me
if someone or something
prevented him from seeing us
besides his dislike of my
mother’s ‘boyfriend’
but you can’t blame him
he’s also told me to
talk to my father
some answers I’ll never get
what the hell happened?

So, now
I’m a parent and
realize time is a gift
if this was my last
moment on Earth
that’s who I’d want
to be with

“You have psychic abilities,”

the reiki healer said to me after giving me a past life reading. She said I gave off intense energy and mad her sweat — and the image behind her was moving. Well, I did believe her she looked hot and nervous around me. Like I was some kind of witch? No joke, I also have ancestors that were. So maybe, that could explain my ‘natural ability’ who knows.

Of course, over my lifetime I’ve seen things and didn’t want to think much about them. Like, you know I dreamt about my mother being bald. I’ve seen an image of a bald old lady in the mirror at college that ‘looked like my mother’. And a few years later she was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I didn’t predict her death, if I did I refused to believe it. But I predicted my fathers. Don’t tell my siblings, they won’t believe it expect maybe one.

48 hours before he was hit and killed by a car I had some interesting things happen to me. At night I woke to a white mist some people call ecto-plasm? or some kind of spirit. I don’t know. I shut the damn door. It gave me a feeling something bad was going to happen. I didn’t want to read any farther in the message. Then I woke up the next day and drove to work. A police officer was blocking part of the road I needed take to work. I didn’t think much of it, I went ahead and tried to get around. He stopped me and said ‘there’s a crime scene ahead’. I was confused but didn’t question him. I didn’t see any cars or people ahead. I thought maybe someone got hit. I freaked out because I didn’t know the area well or another way to work so he let me go in peace. The following night I receive a phone call that my father was hit and killed by a car.

This is an ongoing investigation and massive lawsuit. The driver’s excuse is ‘it was raining, I couldn’t see’ we live in upstate New York, okay. That’s not going to fly.

My daughter,

I wish I could
take away the pain
you’ll feel someday
I’m not around
and your father
isn’t either
having lost
both parents is
a different feeling
than losing your mother
you were close too

You’re a parent
with no parents
unless you have kids
before I die
or one of us passes
when he/she is an infant
your child will grow up
not knowing us, only stories
it’s not the same
then you have to watch
other kids with grandparents
and think, hey that could
have been my daughter/son
with them
and live with that the rest
of your life

Unfortunately, that’s what
life is for many of us
parents are supposed to go
before you do
but you wish, the timing was
different
life doesn’t care if you’re
ready or not
that’s why they say live it
nothing is permanent but death

I wasn’t ready for you
after my mother passed
actually, I didn’t think
I’d ever be ready to be a mother
I didn’t want to get married
I didn’t want to settle down
but I did
then I got pregnant for you
and thought of getting an abortion
the second I heard your heartbeat
I knew
you were going to be my daughter
from there you will learn
to be graceful, strong, powerful,
smart like the women before you
and have things I didn’t
that’s what we want for our kids

Cars kill people too

They don’t take away cars
just saying

I’m not going to sit here
and pretend I was close to
my father that ship has sailed
20 years ago
but he didn’t deserve it
nobody deserves to be
hit and killed by car
when they’re crossing
the street
it happens no one
even thinks about it
myself included

People take things
for granted like my father
took my mother
he was a serious gambler
did he pay his dues?
I don’t know
I know he called me
multiple times over the years
even when I was
teenager and refused to answer
only to ask me how I was
and tell me he loved me
I didn’t really reciprocate
why? well
try explaining
to your 11 year old
gambling was more important
than anything in else
in your life
he never even mentioned it

I don’t know why
I can’t help but think
maybe he knew my little sister
wasn’t actually his daughter
another ground for their spilt?
neither one of them was
monogamous and they both
carry that secret in their grave

My older siblings will dismiss
everything I say when he was
nothing but their angry step-father
there’s hard DNA evidence she is not his
hell, explain why my other sister
and I are Jewish and she is not?
Because she has a different father
my father was at least 50%

This situation
has me back at square one
where was he in my life?
gambling
how I wished he was a father
but he wasn’t
I had to deal with the narcissist
pretending to be
he ditched our family after my
mother’s death in a text
the day after I gave birth to my daughter
my father actually showed up
I don’t know how
but he did
he held her
he’s asked me questions about her
he’s even sent me cards every year
on my birthday every year after
they split
the last time I talked to him
was the day after my birthday
he was excited to see Ava
thanksgiving
that was cancelled by coronavirus
thank you
fuck you government
and officially
cancelled thanksgiving eve
forever
because someone can’t
pay attention when they’re driving

June 4, 2017

The day my mother passed after fighting non-Hodgkins lymphoma for about two years. She was in remission but it came back. The car accident she was in the winter didn’t help, it made her weaker. I’m not here to give the full story, I probably did already. Im here to talk about how much has changed since.

Imagine if she was diagnosed with it during a pandemic, her chances to survive could have been less. Who cares. That’s all I’m saying about that.

I was going to get married. My mother knew in her heart she wouldn’t live longer than 3 months to be there. She didn’t even discuss it with me. I had a feeling she wouldn’t. I regretted showing her my dress and not putting it on for her. She was buried in the dress she was going to wear to my wedding. I had to live with that forever on top of some drama I called her about when she was in the hospital.

There I was again, refusing to commit and trying to have fun when hell was around me. I was about to get marry and I was having sex with some strange man I hardly know in the woods. It was supposed to distract me from sleeping with my ‘guy friend’ but it didn’t. Was I having fun? No. I was trying to distract myself from the truth. My mother is dying. I’m afraid to get married. Boo who.

Then it happened. Instead of me getting better, I got worse. I locked away all my emotions. I got married though I wasn’t feeling like it. Things got sour and I stumbled upon someone new. Not just new, he was going to be my future supervisor. I didn’t know it. I denied any attraction I had towards him until one day. We made out in an empty lot. It was intense and different from anything I’ve felt in a long time. We began hooking up. We accidentally said those three words.

He left. I realized he was right that I never dealt with my mother’s death. I stopped fucking around. I became a mother… now I understand.

I published a book

“Hippie Girl” is based on real events from my life. It’s fictionalized for legal and storytelling reasons.

‘Oh, you’re trying to cover you ass?’ Maybe. I mean, I still work at the place all the chaos and illegal shit went down. I recall asking a few people in the story of it was okay I’d use them such as my sister, husband, and mother. All the names have been changed too.

‘Why?’ To respect people’s privacy, legal reasons, and we don’t need the assholes to know I definitely wrote about them!

‘So then, what is it about?’ You have to read it to find out, haha. If you’ve been here awhile you have an idea. All my work together could create a version of this fucked up story.

But basically… this girl, Lila finds herself constantly in weird situations with guys. Her mother’s death definitely didn’t help any. It’s like she replaced one problem for another! Eventually, shit happens and she has to leave all of that behind.

‘Is Lila you?’ Yes and no. Yes, she goes through some shit I did. And no, that’s not my name and she’s a ‘fictional’ character.

‘What does your husband think?’ He wants to read it but I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. We talked about it’s context last night. He seemed to have forgot I had a threesome.

‘Why I didn’t publish it under my marital name?’ Well, for the fact I want to have my private life, private and I’m the only Sandra in this world I know of work that last name. I doubt I’ll ever be that big. But either way, I don’t want to be found! Whereas my maiden name, good luck! I also had this conversation with my mother before she passed and my husband before we married. My mother said, ’it’s your name, do what you want’.

‘What are you doing next?’ Honestly, I don’t know. If you want my honest opinion this story isn’t going to be successful. That’s okay, I knew that. It’s an odd story. Nobody knows who I am. It’s probably not that great. I didn’t even want to write it but it was a monkey on my back. Now the air is clear I can focus on things I actually want to write. It’s not about money. Nobody is paying me shit expect my employer!
 

My baby

is the one
and only person
in this world
I love
I live for
she reminds me
when she cries
when I leave
or wakes up
in the middle of
the night
and nothing calms
her down but me

She’s only four months old
she doesn’t understand
what’s going on
they say
that’s why nobody else
can handle her
when she has a fit?

I know nothing
about babies or children
I know my mother said
that was the reason
she held on so long
with her battle with cancer
til they day she left us

She said
”You’ll have a daughter
— like you,
you’ll be a good mother”
when she was sick
I didn’t believe her
I didn’t want to have kids
I had issues settling down
and jump from one person
and thing to another
How? Why?
It didn’t make sense
but neither did losing her

But then, maybe
I learned my capacity
maybe I evolved when
nothing else around me did

I’m still ‘cold’ and lack empathy
towards others and that’s okay
I only care about what’s in my life
it happens now to be her

Past two years

My mother got in a car accident. Her ribs were broken. Car destroyed. Her asshole boyfriend was okay. They stopped treating her cancer. She was too weak.

I got engaged outside a hockey arena. I moved in with my fiancé in his parents house. I hated it but it was closer to work. I showed my mother my dress. She never saw me walk down the aisle in it. She died a few months before my wedding.

I got married. I had an affair with my supervisor. I have yet to claim it was manipulated or abuse. All I know is, never again and he’s behind bars somewhere.

I was sued for the lack of paying up something over a decade ago when I was 18. And now I have to sue my employer.

I started a novel exposing the so-called truth and it turned into fiction. Have to end out names and things to not get sued. Have to exaggerate details to tell a story.

I got pregnant. I was going to get an abortion knowing my past and current financial situation. I saw her heartbeat and kept it. Sometimes I wish I got one.

I got a DNA test and so did 2 of my sisters. Come to find out, 1 of them doesn’t have the same father. We don’t know who it is. We knew my father cheated and took her money. We didn’t know she went out with men when he was away.

Does it matter? No. They broke up. She’s dead and carries that secret to her grave. Now I live with the question, what am I going to die with? Why does it seem like I’ve spent my life running and for what? I’m being lied to. It’s a game for everyone.