Grubby thumbs, bubble gum, and tire swings
set the stage for recess- Our turn to teach.
Sean’s sitter had shown him some algebra.
Keith knew what sex was. Hazel had met God,
and Em could map the local ghost’s hide outs.
Me? I shared my expertise on hatred-Read More »
Tag: numb
On Hope Pt. 1
Certainly, no words remain to describe
A strip of paint could serve just as well for the first line
I’ll leave a space for anyone else to tell of the ever present
Darkness
But let them use the best cliches,
for this is the darkest night
of the year.Read More »
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