If we’re willing to bleed,
fight, die for one another
we owe it to them, live
really live, while we can
10.13.19
Six years typing away
Chop down a forest
One tree at a time
Repeat as needed
10.11.19
There’s something about a fertility clinic
That puts people on edge, dancing around
The hard truths about how much it costs
When the universe says no, man still tries
10.10.19
Talk me through the winding woods
Across the bitter chill and windy rains
Leave your worries in tear-soaked leaves
9.18.19
sixth draft finished
hand-written notes
in margins, in purple
filled binder, in hopes
a kid threw a desk today
I pointed out he was mad
he made another kid sad
because they were fat and slow
asked him why and he blamed
everyone else, even the victim
so he flipped a table instead
of asking himself why am I