I finished another draft
Two more months gone
Chipping away at stone
Praying it turns to gold
9.18.19
sixth draft finished
hand-written notes
in margins, in purple
filled binder, in hopes
a kid threw a desk today
I pointed out he was mad
he made another kid sad
because they were fat and slow
asked him why and he blamed
everyone else, even the victim
so he flipped a table instead
of asking himself why am I
8.15.19
What else is there to do but
Take a knee and ask the girl
For real, this time, to marry you
