15/30 | To a Friend Leaving | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018
Today a friend is leaving town and he needs to meet his friends he wants to unload some memory laundry that has not been washed for way too long… ‘Washed’ is not the word truly.. because none of it has been stained not with blood not with semen though there has been splashes of bourbon the past rash realities of splashed bourbon have stories of … Continue reading 15/30 | To a Friend Leaving | NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2018