Wild for the Lord Poem by Michael Earl Craig

Wild for the Lord



Someone is sitting on a tall stool before me.

I have just carefully cut
my best friend's wife's bangs.

My watch feels like a small corpse on my wrist tonight.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: friend
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Michael Earl Craig

Michael Earl Craig

Dayton, Ohio, United States
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