Driving on my last gallon of gas
I pass by three donkeys
Standing under a tree by the fence.
Then I park my car, walk into Josh’s
House that smells like swisher sweets
and zig zags. He looks up
acknolwedes me,
then turns back to his life
on Runescape.
I’m hungry.
I pick up a book and read
to get my mind off my stomach
and this heat.
may 2011
the pretty poems 