To the reader:
Please be advised that as a confessional poet, and a student in the school of Hamlet, that my poetry is often intended for a specific person. That being said, these were the least offensive poems i could curate outside of a more specific context. Also, for fun, while reading, try wearing all black, unseasonable clothing whilst looking out the nearest window with your head tilted to a perfect 45 degree angle, listening to the Tennesse Waltz by Ms. Patsy Cline.
the way former high school athletes
feel when spring approaches,
a dancing nostalgia
crippled with failure.
right now I know you’d like to be
dipping fries in a McDonald’s milkshake.
i’ve loved you since the 5th grade.
question is will you be able to open the PDF
i just sent you of my most recent tax form?
i do like the way your eyes behave across glass
is there a river that goes?
will any of these people
continue to matter?
shoot me in the foot.
the beautiful baby that you
are creating could have been
i am going to be sad about
you for guess what
the rest of my life.
sparkle and shine
‘what is the true price of an ICEE?’
I think on my way to the nook of your arm
on a Friday at 1pm.
i would like to bring back the aborted,
ask them if the glow of heaven is better.