How little sticks
How much I want to brush the crumbs from
every hunch
I chew on honesty and stick out my tongue
I’d say
I don’t write anymore
if someone asked
but I haven’t seen many people
lately, I’ve been having a newborn
worrying, singing melancholic ballads
until the child slumps over my shoulder
there are still many places, no
to safely lay a sleeping child a while?
No one wants to ask anyone they know
for a damn hand
All anyone wants to do is pray and vote.
Jeff Blackman 