ENDING THINGS


Knee deep in traumas
If it isn’t
Broken water mains,
Its pit vipers
With a law degree.

Quicksand of quandaries
Why can’t fixed things
Stay fixed?
It’s part of the fairy tale
I forgot how to believe.

I want a fat-tired bike
And a radio flyer red wagon
Keds, and shorts, and t-shirts,
And belief in Jiminy Cricket’s
Song – back.