Misfits – shannon p. laws

Day 20: High Expectations

Happy to report, a voice inside my head has been quieted. It wanted me to achieve an unreasonable amount of success during the lockdown. It told me how easy it was to work from home, finish my short stories, loose weight, eat better, get more exercise, clean every inch of my apartment and grow spirituallyContinue reading “Day 20: High Expectations”

Poem: Misfits

Misfits evening sun sets on my chest light moves over slow breaths empty pubs play lonely string songs in three keys do you know my hymn can I sing your tune separated by table and fret, an empty bent glass I play a wink you play the moon in the middle we never meet Our shipsContinue reading “Poem: Misfits”