Untitled Poems 1 – 4

Yesterday, I began sorting boxes my parents delivered over a year ago after Jacob and I moved into the house. One of these boxes was a mix of school papers, including some of my earliest poetry. These are the poems I’d forgotten about. Based on the folder, they were written sometime between 2000 and 2005,Continue reading “Untitled Poems 1 – 4”

To: Route 17 – A Poem

I wish you could know himHe’s everything you wanted He dances with no musicAnd laughs at my jokes And I would bring him homeBeneath the big Live Oak There’s something so sickAbout how I finally fit in How you think you wonHow you saved me from sin “That’s not how this works”I wish I couldContinue reading “To: Route 17 – A Poem”