Poetry · Writing

leap leap

jump jump let the past be past jump jump the slam behind is the closet for the nines fines build lines fluid jump jump the rope jump jump the broom jump higher higher flyer on a billboard off the closest exit in the old closet jump jump the old days

Poetry · Writing

playoff game

we lost. we were barely playing, showed up late cussed each other out finished strong too not show up when it mattered most; it's not all you i know the ball could have been better not perfect, just better we were never perfect just humans showing up each game playing for our lives