Jimmy BroccoliNov 5, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesBroken GodHis unshaven posture weakens He wilts into my arms as if we’re dancing A delicate dandelion stem exposed to hurricanes A falling toaster...
Jimmy BroccoliNov 4, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesMotherMy mother cleans when she’s sad Our tables have no dust The windows have no streaks The carpet, step lightly, there must be no ware Tears...
Jimmy BroccoliOct 29, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesHimYou fell asleep gently, my love I covered you before the ambulance arrived They took me away, too Because I couldn’t stop screaming...