for a.k.s.

for a.k.s.

I hear her voice in my headphones
And I remember
Like an Engine, she played
The crowd thinned
The Jack, which I had bought for her
dwindled
We stood, ssssh! outside her bedroom door
and almost, not quite.

3 thoughts on “for a.k.s.

  1. Jer- I think you should write a book of all this poem stuff, with everyones assorted poems, just cuz these are all f’ing great!

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