Tag Archives: poetry
snickers and nerdish giggles when I give bookstore clerks my credit card Did you know? Did you know? Yes I know.
Doesn’t the editor decide Oh there’s a rule You think there is a rule You remember a rule I don’t remember a rule
4 desks door is to my right window behind me mostly obscured by file cabinets
(the first 5 minutes) loading a little slow just see if there’s anything
Thinking these stats aren’t what I want how about we redo them (you I mean)