ain’t that much of me in ya

when your blood isn't enough

There’s so much to say, but I’m gonna save it. For now, here’s a poem that may give you some insight into what I’ve dealt with today.

“You can only love something
you understand wholly, even one’s self.”

— Lucille Clifton

Today, when I returned your call, you threw those words—not at the man you taught me to be—at the feet of a little boy, fresh off a tw…