Loving Parents

by Ivo Skoric

It happened suddenly
I would like to forget
But I am afraid to forget
The pain
Always present
Being the vessel of hate
Between them
To pass as they please
Didn’t they do everything
Just right

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About Ivo Skoric

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I was born in Germany. I grew up in what was once Yugoslavia with my grandmother. My parents did not have time for kids. They were busy chasing careers. My grandmother died. My father remarried. She was a hag with kids from previous marriages. I left to live alone. Late eighties were time of big possibilities in the rapidly collapsing communist Europe. I never got a degree, I had too much fun: I had a radio talk-show. And I talked too much. Big brother started to follow me around and talk to me (and he also took my passport away). But he soon got other business to attend to: war and destruction. And I snook out to East Village just before Nirvana came around. Then I stayed in Harlem for 11 years paying $275 in rent for 2BR. It was too cheap to leave (even with rats and roaches and collapsed bathroom ceiling). I lifeguarded in New Jersey. I liked the job because I could be shirtless and because I always drove against traffic. Now I professionaly, succesfully, executively slack off in Vermont and snowboard often with my son, who already got his letter to the editor published in the local newspaper at age 8.