I found Jaimie in the art section
I found Jaimie in the art section
cigarette orange nibbles at dark air
and black ash smudge on left palm
brown bruised right forearm Algeria-shaped
dull sore with every humid summer tug
front porch desert tile cracked white
the floor looks like ancestor’s ashtray
one unseen bird heard in tree next to dumpster
tune is simple change, nearing brilliance
i was going to write a poem
first one in weeks
but then i had to get up
go look outside
neighbors cackling
in the street
Mr creepy out for a walk
Capitol
Am i doing this instagram thing right? I’m still learning