All at once, we quit smoking clove cigarettes.
of afternoon coffee or any pocket (crest) full of moonshine—members only jackets
scatter the roof. Dancing only
in cumulus leftovers while Christmas
presents all come back onto our hands;
the same gifts we once unwrapped.
There’s not even a pen, & we all claim to be writers.
I even filed it in my taxes &
yes, there’s not even a pen.
J. Michael Wahlgren is author of Valencya. He lives in suburbia, Massachusetts where he wakes early for coffee & thinks about picking up a guitar which he has yet to buy new strings for.