Last Ten



pharmacy poem #7

it’s hard to write a poem
at the pharmacy
the pharmacist is behind me
and he puts medicines
on the counter
and he can see
over my shoulders



pharmacy poem #6

a man bared his teeth at me
he was smiling
he was a state trooper
or he worked at the jail
or he bought a newspaper



pharmacy poem #9

i have a lot of days off
thank you susan



squad goals

i feel like if i can finally grow a beard i’ll look like fat jim morrison and it’ll be good



feel bad

i poured hot water on an ant