She cried,

on my shoulder.


I made the usual

soon-to-be-broken promises

and the same

alligator tears streak

through the sandpaper-stubble

on my jaw.

She smiles

e v e n t u a l l y.

And she knows,

and I know,


I’ll do the same shit again

in a month

or two.

Written for the first day of October, the Poetry Writing Month (#OctPoWriMo.) 

Thirty-one poems, thirty-one days.


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4 thoughts on “

  1. I really enjoyed reading this. Well done.

  2. Well written and true for so many of us…unfortunately.

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