Ryan J. Donaldson

For I have known them all already, known them all--
Have known the evenings, mornings, and afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
December 10

I will write…

1. A poem about overly friendly tamale ladies.
2. A poem about second job taxi cab drivers and empty streets.
3. A poem about this creepy janitor who has been following me for two weeks now.

and it will be triumphant!