Sometimes When My Wife Comes Home She Doesn't Kiss MeRon Riekki
She writes me notes in visible ink.
Not invisible ink.
That’s when we were kids.
We want to have kids.
So far we can’t.
We keep trying
and it’s like the sex
Things I Want Back Now That You’ve Left Me
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Prisoner of War
POST-APOCALYPTIC YOGA, ALL LEVELS
When I Was an EMT, We Never Got in Any Trouble if a Patient Died, But if You Scratched the Side of the Ambulance They Would Fire You
Sometimes When My Wife Comes Home She Doesn't Kiss Me
This Poem is about a Small Town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and a College I Hated in Massachusetts
Leather and Velvet