Just drink the coffee.
This morning I saw Jesus (I call it Universe) reflected in the eyes of a Black Man I picked up on Dixie Highway in the rain. He looked younger than me, had dreads and dressed in Carhartt layers and carried two work bags. Tools, heavy like my step-father's (I've been trying not to … Continue reading Untitled Poem
Fellow Tenants: I like it here. Despite the See You Next Tuesday I don't even share walls or a hall with who told the police she smells weed coming from my apartment, I like it. (As an aside, I wish I knew what word she used. Was it "reefer?" Please baby Jesus let it have … Continue reading An Open Letter to My New Neighbors
For three days after I turned into a Prozac Dragon, I didn't take my medicine. Prozac Dragon is the fun name I made up for when my antidepressant capsule got hung up somewhere in my esophagus last week (December 12, 2018, to be exact--a Wednesday. I was supposed to work at the bar, and when … Continue reading Right Now, I Need My Meds
Grace is waking up as late as your dizzy, dizzy head needs to and knowing that a stream of angels will pass through today, that your bar manager is getting your day covered for tomorrow so you can move out of your apartment on time. It's relocating your three customers on yesterday's shift (favorites all--trusted--five … Continue reading 12/6/18
Drive your children 400 miles away because they want to go back to their fathers. You understand and want it for them, too. Flames have licked through the plaster walls you've all been living between, and it's time to go. So you drive down Saturday morning. Leave late to avoid the rain, and because none … Continue reading This Is a Controlled Burn
