‘The cockroaches in my house complain because I read at night’.
The Common Cold
‘But here we are again, you and I, the / two of us, tangled / up and biological.’
Never did amount to anything
‘Hi there, dear sister, I’m sad / But here to tell you / That you never did amount to anything’
‘I wrote ‘valley’ when I meant ‘longing’ / Your laugh a river A trout kind of green.’