by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
My second relationship looked something like this: spun from what was left in the kitchen each night, all fish and sinnew. He had the largest hands, butcher-palms, blood under the nails, and his teeth were white scarecrows after too many fights. The salt-blue...
by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
First, the front door. A series of pots and pans without a permanent place. The wind, the rain. A childhood photo with a boy in an over-sized suit. Only the eyes are the same. They look at me and say I could have loved him even then. Accountability & stars....
