Wednesday poem.

Homemade baseball bats fill my basement.

My mother has baskets hanging from her ceiling. But nothing falls out of them.

Last Sunday was Father’s Day. I didn’t even notice.

Sometimes I wish I had 2 moms because 2 humans are better than one.

My legs are out for the crows to eat. And my brain is frying for the worms.

Please save turtles from extinction and make our planet last longer.

Hold the door for the next, even if she’s a whore.

Just smile, be human. Be kind.

Cus you don’t know how long you have left.