by Garrett Rodriguez
Danger Below
I look down from the branch.
My legs dangle
Always afraid to climb down
Rear View Mirror
I look back too far
And cringe
20
My Sweet tooth fell out.
I’m getting old.
Little Dude
Curled up at the foot of my bed,
I wrap my legs around him
We fall asleep
Overly Sentimental
You made a bed
On my bed
Out of a blanket
