‘The more you write, the less you hurt’
Dear Jon,
It won’t matter how far you pedal your pushbike along the riverbank. A big sky grazing your head along the way. You’ll never dodge being different. Unlike those shirtless lads with sunburnt shoulders, kicking a ball about on the field behind your yard. Where the line is rammed with washing, and lilac hugs the wall. Not the same as your brothers, who pulled on their soldier’s uniforms and left you behind.
