The girl who took me to poetry class

We both had been here before. In my car, at night, outside her apartment. So many times before, but this time it was different. There was potential this was going to be the last. “I can’t see you knowing that he’s still hurting so much, I can’t give you everything I have, and it’s unfairContinue reading “The girl who took me to poetry class”

Tequila And George Jones

My father left us last June. I overheard my mom one night talking about him screwing another attorney from his law firm. She stills call him after she’s had too much wine. She doesn’t know I know, but I can hear her crying through my bedroom wall. Now, I don’t see my dad much. SometimesContinue reading “Tequila And George Jones”