Friday, November 30, 2018

He Was So Drunk

Even crawling was not an option
A cold night in Chinatown and resting
his head on concrete.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Sic Vita

It’s funny what sticks with me
of what I’ve received. It’s
what I make of it
that becomes my truth:

Our Low-Tide Romance

  We never invested in it, you and I so it never did go any further. Miles apart now, but no further apart than we were, we, who nev...