New Year’s Day, 2023

For New Year’s Eve, our neighbors had us over
and the man looked at my son’s eyes,
which are exactly my blue-green color,
and declared, You are going to get so much ass!
after which he revealed he is a poet,
gifted me his manuscript to read. I am writing
a poem in a million sections, each titled
“Men Waste My Time.” I wear a lot of black
this time of year. My skin is dry and
my hands are dry and my eyes are dry.

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