The Fiend in Row 6
I avoided you and hid 12 tulips
In my back pocket.
Then I considered the dawn four times.
I did not look twice,
So I love a pen in my whore’s bed.
I’m the wild man from Row 6,
And I am confused,
Not by you,
But by mild prayer to God
Each shallow afternoon.





















“When I went to forgive those who had bullied me in school, they had no idea what they had done to me.”
This is a comment by Anonymous on the post “Should We Forgive Apologetic Bullies?”