Losing a Friend

There was never A more beautiful place To lose a friend.   The tide pulls and pushes My heart strings back And forth, Reminding me of the times I could laugh at her smile And run down a white line Screaming, “Follow!”   There’s never a good time To lose a friend.   They canContinue reading “Losing a Friend”

Kitchen Sink

My brain is like a faucet flow the memories down: what good, half-full moment do you encounter down the stair, past the front door– away from me– you creek towards a polaroid camera, an album soon to be extinct   I want my mind to be only mine to see, only mine to use– toContinue reading “Kitchen Sink”

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