I’ve spent so many hours thinking about why I love you So many lines and poems But no poem is ever right I won’t ever get you rig...
Beginning
Future hands it to me from behind the counter. It is another sealed envelope. “This is it”, he says. “This is the end.” “But I tho...
Alibi
Suddenly, I always had a reason, an excuse. It was a cover story, my little song and dance. I could get out of almost any quandary, the ...
Santa Claus
Every few weeks I find myself sitting in my room feeling sort of weird. I feel fidgety and brain-dead at the same time. I'll lie on ...
How I Know
His eyes are so hard. His features always seem to be pulled slightly towards his hairline. Tight. Wax figure-like. Starring at nothing ...
A Letter to Poetry
It’s been so long, my friend. I really don’t want you to feel like I’m a user. I’m not one of those friends that only calls whe...
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