Breathing Room
A poem about our brief Thanksgiving break.
Life slows down at home, I find Like I had been sitting on the remote Letting fast-forward run Without realizing Without rewind The streets are empty past 8 p.m. There are no late-night Jefe’s runs, Uber Eats, Or Ubers at all. The garbage truck doesn’t come by in the morning, And there are no incessant […]