i doubted
myself, tomorrow
maybe god
but god damn
i’m just fine
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i doubted
myself, tomorrow
maybe god
but god damn
i’m just fine
getting knocked down
has become
part of my mourning routine
pretty sure i’ve never done anything
& today is the first day i drew breath
the night before, the night before
i gathered materials for a brisket
that brisk evening
we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk
iced tea and a cigarette
all of yesterday
in smoke
demons snicker in the light
& curse in the dark;
they’ve never cared
for those they share beds with
always so loud
not one to let
their partner rest