Letter to Julie

Piqued your curiosity

Since the pizzeria flight

Tried to picture you

With all my might

Been a while

Needed to return

You (in pic of course) to

Fran your mom

Good practice

For the Monique

Mo in law

I now have

Or still have

Should I say

Help

Always I cried

For help

Sorry for all JNP

Was too young

Still wild oats

As you prosaically

Put it once

Help is what I call for

Would you mind

Talking to Sophie

The mom

Of my daughter saskia

Schipper died last year

Lost my guardian

Angel of sorts

Surrounded by my parents

Meaner than ever

Could you share

In therapeutic terms

The hell I had

You live thru

So she can realize

It ain’t her the problem

But me

You

Under

Stand

I imagine

As a resume

I was fired last week

After becoming

Number 4

Live in waterloo Belgium

Am one of the leading

Anti money laundering experts

Saskia was conceived in NY

Cared for in Cuba

And is 6 now

Nico in Dakkar

Nat in Shanghai

Haven’t talked to my father

Since my wedding

Four years

Ago

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