My favorite time of the year, at Grandma’s house, was half-past nine after homemade tamales and dessert, with no adults in the backyard we had the whole field to run wild
I loved games.
He knew that
come outside I have a new game to show you!
Well, you touch the tips here… and you kiss…
I can’t forget.
Like an irremovable black stain blotched in my mind
unmistakable from my heart and memories
that I wish could be a lie
like the ones I tell to people now,
Let’s play, I love games!
Scott Malone attempts his hand at internet poetry.