Pennies are still money

I have a new book coming out on Interior Noise Press. Some of these will be submitted for it, others will not. Laying on a pile of poems and  just posting them as I feel it. So, to read the poems that won't be on here...you have to buy the book! I'll let you know when its coming out, shouldn't be till later this year which gives me plenty of stuff to post stuff, and stash stuff, to make an incredible book.


Pennies Are Still Money

Every single slurred word

That leaks out of my snarled lips

Is like a familiar uncomfortable

Morning odor

Morning comes harder

When night literally falls

I put my bra in my purse

I take the change from your pockets

And that mug you keep by the door

And you

Are nothing but the wet spot

Left behind

From my dream

Of war.

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