We don’t
always
make
good ones.
It seems to
Kristina
you gotta
be
crazy
to open your
windows,
invite the
demons in.
Bree
throws rocks
at the feeble
glass,
laughs.
You Have to Remember
It had been
a tempestuous week,
snared by emotions
rubbing me so raw
I hurt at night,
alone in the dark.
I finagled my way
on this trip to fall back
in love with my dad.
Instead I fell
for a boy from