THREE POEMS
No One Is Proud
No one is proud of a drug addictionor a son with addiction or a cousinwho stops calling his mother no oneis proud of an accident no one is proudtheir grandmother was mean like a doga secret smoker no one spends Saturdaystalking about house painting how theywould have made it pro at house paintingif they could have figured out schooland going to class more times than notno one is proud askillers wrapping car after car around the same treeno one I know goes to church and believesmuch but it’s nice to see everyone no one likeswhen they can’t find a job and spend hourssurfing the internet for what might take themaway a little feel a certain way or feel anythingat all even anger no one likes angerno one likes losing it at their kids throwingtheir kid’s toys left on the
