Corridors

Smoking weed in the backyard. The child fast asleep now, I hope, too tired to advocate further for the things she wants. “But I want it,”...

I told myself. I told myself and told myself how to be and then in the moment of decision I did whatever I felt like doing

It’s fine daily poems let them be shit if they don’t fly hiccup nightmare as I wait for sleep too much beer for my weak belly and guts...