evening sunlight through trees

Taylor Road

By Jay Morritt on August 9, 2016

Jen, I feel wretched.
The pine tress are heaving
in the wind. Jen, look—
I kept that chocolate your sister gave me.
I'm not kidding: I can still see
the half-moon scar from your nail.
But Jen. I've done my taxes.
I've had the Nissan's oil changed. [...]
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