Two Poems

Two Poems

HOARSE Singing when you’re not supposed to is only brave into a rifle. Not in a hippie basement with a red toggle for hot water. Maybe if you’re lucky your doctor is impatient and shuffles you sizzurp without double checking stories. Someone said the...
Remembering Em

Remembering Em

REMEMBER EM THOSE COFFEE SLEEVES THEY SCRIBBLE ALL THE NAMES ON? So they know who to call? Caramel no-whip choke artist for Carl? Venti skinny-dicked frapplerock for Eleanor? Well, what if they all ended up in the same pile? Cardboard headstones. Excuse me: not...
Page 1 of 11