Poetry

1298 Carr Ave

Photo Credit: ffela.CC-BY-NC-SA.
Photo Credit: ffela.
CC-BY-NC-SA.

i remember when
we had nothing but shit jobs
& a bed made of broken back bones…

we were too poor to even own schedules.

we’d sleep all morning,
then eat lunch–
fight & fuck
& then go to Huey’s at midnight.

now with our pockets so full–
so much like our souls
back then.


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