When we were kids an alley separated our houses, you were the new girl; all exotic from the city, your dad didn’t have calluses; called

September 1 – Elkins, WV  I want to hold faith for broken things a bird struggling to fly and hope the wing  isn’t truly broken

I remember feeling a cigarette burning a hole in my arm after too many beersor not enough whiskey. Tried to shut down Magdalena, called her God’s own

She told me one day I’d forget how to love her, the same way a kid will forget how to play cops and robbers, it’s