finally over too
his name was Joe
his parent’s couldn’t
how could a little boy know
skeptical of skepticism
crook or mystic
two spoons
self-concerning
doubts about her doubt
bare winter
who can blame
strained comforters
‘not a party exactly’
his basketball jersey
the architecture of possible
some useless god
Don isn’t broken
blue and shameless beyond
not by malice, never that
gin should be
beard stubble against my cheek
bonfires and blackouts
constant wanting
no one was clean
the sticky quiet hours
and I lied
fall coats
Sam Cooke
creep of pride
never done
didn’t glitter
unconditional love is insulting
