Fight one, where I scream and she laughs.
Fight two, with the stranger without her pills.
A poem about chasing Ascher’s balloon in the rain.
A song about family.
Fight three, about writers who don’t teach.
Sex in the garage.
Holes in the wall.
Tears on the backseat.
Dents in the car.
Spouting about Ascher being a man.
Seething in the driver’s seat, admitting nothing.
Driving my brother, “Crazy,
man. This is it.”
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