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


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