Tag: poems

• early afternoon

  12:34 

  while my daughter screams

  “I’M SO LUCKY”

  she found a quarter on the porch

  I think about 

  rollerblading because

  I don’t remember ever

  deciding to stop

  my son wants to eat a whole

  pizza for lunch

  the porch door is open

  I lay on the couch

  as that’s what I usually do

  I’ve bought so many 

  books and courses

  hoping to learn how to do things

  placing my trust

  in anyone’s hands but

  my own

  

  2026.03.25