I walk to the gates through sludges of lard and people with paper cuts on their faces.Hoping I don’t see the slice…
Remember when you found me?Remember when we met?Over a number two super-sizeAs if I could…
Bartender pour me a drink
Midnight Listening
During this Valentine’s Day week, I felt that something was missing. A part of me is still missing. I don’t feel incomplete, but…
Super SundayIs here,The football game Is drawingNear.
I see it when I read to you before bed,your eyes wateringyour bottom lip trembling