we throw the basketball back and forth rubber skin poised at our fingertips practice practice practice she shoots I shoot she taunts me I see red on her chest bright and thick hands clutching her shirt like in the movies I hate her I hate her then I’m sorry she stays mad for a weekContinue reading “Sigil”
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A Stranger At A Bus Stop
A traveler at a bus stop, miles away from home. Waiting to clean his shoes, beer in hand because he hasn’t had one for thirty days. Life of a tugboat captain, he laughs. A Mississippi accent rolls off his tongue as his stories do, Voice cracking like ears of corn off a stalk, his handsContinue reading “A Stranger At A Bus Stop”
Christy Leos 