Tickets in hands,
clothes in cases,
embraces exchanged
farewells over, taking a seat too close
to others mother telling me. Deal with it. As
my chair moves back and forth a family behind us
and their little kid kicking my chair.
Great.
YOU ARE READING
we all bleed red
Poetry"I was born on June 22nd, 1947 on the wet warm soil of Anniston, Alabama. Where the climate was equivalent to a steaming pot on a stove." ... "Alabama a South state that was segregated while I was being called a gentleman..." ... "You have to break...
