Poem

a present for you, I said. mother says giving is better than receiving. isn’t that lovely, when I gave you everything I could and still I received nothing. pretending isn’t fun anymore when reality creeps into every crevice, opens every door and window. look at me, look at me. this was our fairytale, except you were the dragon and I saved myself -alex mckay

We Are Fine

I’m happy. You’re happy. We’re fine. No paychecks. Or jobs. To call mine. No food. Or plates For our darling kids. But we smile and laugh And sign that check with a pen.   We are fine.   There’s food stamps now. And snacks. To shove in our mouth. We can relax for now and […]

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