What does your truest smile look like? Mine is at its most genuine when it crinkles across my nose. Here’s the very short poem I wrote about it. “Genuine“, along with 103 other poems, features in my most recent book, In the Ocean: a year of poetry.
I called in once: Please confirm. I called again: No email yet. I came in-store to sign your forms You took the card and swiped it then. I called in once: Please confirm, the booking’s through. Yes, yes, of course. Someone will be in touch. I wait a day, No news, no word. This isContinue reading “I don’t work for you (or Modern Frustrations)”