Poetry · Writing


Ten. The music is paused and everyone is huddling close.

Nine. Where is Tina?

Eight. Fixated eyes shake to the little hand and ears to the raspy voice of Carson Daly.

Seven. Relationships that went out the window and flew back to just fly again

Six. The ones lost, icons, family members, heroes, and loved ones.


Four. Mindless hours of labor for a check, it’s going to be different next year.

Three. Where did I put my drink?

Two. The days before vanished with each anxious breath.

One. 2017

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