2026.13

Aim. The broken clack.
"Chalk's free." "Oh, fuck you." Laughter.
"Eight-ball, side pocket."

2026.12

Another quarter
Rack the balls and take your stick
Best two out of three

Alleyway out back
That's a skunk, def not a cat
Here, kitty, kitty

Clack of ball-on-ball
One stripe, two solids remain
Better than she looks

Pearls behind pillows
A glimmer with every word
Soft-spoken treasure

An age-old exchange
Buy a drink, hear a story
And we all have lips

A phone clutched between
Narrow, frigid fingertips
With chipped nail polish

Silent sentinel
Still, frozen beside the bush 
Transfixed, you and I

I saw a rabbit
Run across my path and stop
It had your same eyes

How'd I not notice
I witnessed a miracle
She turned her whole face