2 Poems — Kyle McCord
Pictures of Us Here I am mowing down tin cans with a .45 while the dog goes berserk you’re picking casings from rose bushes the gardener could chip a blade on the whacker… Continue reading
Pictures of Us Here I am mowing down tin cans with a .45 while the dog goes berserk you’re picking casings from rose bushes the gardener could chip a blade on the whacker… Continue reading