The 3-Second Rule
She said I was
transparent but
it didn’t mean
that she could see through me
Guess Again
Blue sky
w/clouds
strategically
placed
like
defining moments
Smells Like Coppertone
Your glory days never
did quite pan out
the way you
thought they would, matching quarters in the
vacant lot
across from the taco wagon, or counting the grains
of sand that
filled cracks in the beach pavement as the late
summer sun boiled
Vietnamese kool-aid
on the hood of a
yellow Corvette
