Poems For Titles

How it smells after rain:

Like dreams I’ve forgotten.

Caribbean:

Sea of rapists and thieves and now it’s paradise.

Wounded:

Why do some scars make me grin, while others make me roll my eyes.

Master:

Does God always pick up the phone, or just sometimes listen to his voicemail box and respond later?

Blue Tickets:

Words that gain meaning when put on a blue ticket.

Outgrown:

I could’ve sworn this fit me a month ago…

Garage Sale:

Lost memories bargained at cheap prices.