Pits, a poem

These firefighters show up at a hotel fire, maybe Started in the laundry room during the off season, hoses Frozen from winter temperatures, ice...

If Santa came would he apologize, the way people do now, and maybe tweet about his perpetuated inequities Yes, this child received so much...

Sometimes when I read a poem, Right after, I have to find another and plunge Down between its lines, a better kind of baptism,...