Socked away

The primly dressed young woman stood nervously on my doorstep clutching a notebook. On her crooked arm, she carried a small canvas tote decorated with a stylized graphic of a cat in military garb. Feeling under-dressed in my threadbare flannel PJ pants and throwback concert tee, I let her continue her solicitation spiel uninterrupted. “With … Continue reading Socked away

Smile when you say that

The words are like rocks in my mouth Breaking my teeth on their bitter truth I bite my tongue to distract my mind from the pain Spitting blood and bone Choking on mangled promises If I hold my mouth right I can swallow the worst of it