I wrote this poem around a month after Honey left. I have very mixed feelings about it. To me, it lies somewhere in the murky water between ‘Crappy 4th grade poetry contest 2nd […]
treason on trial.
i felt like destroying something beautiful.
‘What’s going on here? I don’t understand, Honey. What…I mean…are you divorcing me or something?’ ‘Yes.’ Please return your seatbacks to their full upright position. We’ve just lost cabin pressure. My life […]
Honey and the Homewrecker. 