the only shadows are kept like handkerchiefs in the pocket.
Month: January 2017
The sky of my childhood
was full of places to climb and sit.
dog in the fog
muzzle swiveling to catch
every scent
She became the heroin
in a made-for-TV drama, cops busting down the door in the middle of the day.
Resolution
I must never forget how exhilarating it felt to find myself briefly at the head of a mob.
