Sick Pastime by Ho Malone

Ho Malone | October 15th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments


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!
Let’s Play!
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!

Poet Bio

Scott Malone attempts his hand at internet poetry.

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