Unlaced (excerpt)

 

Going Steady

I demand too much love

for the world.

Or is it that I demand

too much love from it?

Either way,

it was terrible living in it

with my shoes

 

unlaced.

 

 

Song on the Radio

My hands were too clumsy to hold

the chisel to my own chin.

I invited you

 

to make me in your image—

but you made my eyes brown.

 

-Mitchell King