These Poems Came for Me

“These poems came for me, lassoed my throat, demanded my life’s savings, taking me for a sunset ride. These poems were graffiti scrawls along the alleys & trash-strewn tunnels of my body, the metaphoric methadone for the heroin hurling through my bloodstream, the lifeline I already had inside and didn’t know. These poems were pool sticks, darkenedContinue reading “These Poems Came for Me”