Jeremy. 23. North Idaho. Everything in Between.
Black clouds. Slow wits. Bad writing. Bad technique. Dead veins.
You’ll lose it all, boy.
Where was the class on being a better person?
Some days I wish I was back in school
It’s true—you don’t deserve this,
but it’s yours anyway: the gold-tipped spurs of this moment,
a red bird flinging praise through the sky.