A collection of poetry published by the Saranac Review.
Their house is a menagerie of mixed origin children from previous marriages, a twice removed nephew, and one shared premature miracle boy, who racked up medical bills the size of a mortgage, a honeymoon, and three student loans.
For many a thing claims FREE-ness, while hiding its cost in your coolant, Your Pennzoil. I’m bored, For this People Magazine Is an old People Magazine, For these aren’t the stars they once were,
They are as needy and affectionate to her as if they were her actual students or jungle creatures