Feel Good

confusion lighter
than ice cubes in an empty glass.

she turns to the clerk
who requests her card
as these friends, too understanding
of what she’s forbidden to drink
walk forward with Baby New Year.

sky blue Feel Good.

in the square, her lips are full
but resolutely pursed
to form a shy oval
where the best spirit lands
and spills off to sharper corners.

the ignored melatonin
remains in a quiet bathroom.

Scraped Knees, my first collection of poems and short stories, is now available on Amazon.


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