A guy

Who knows a guy

Who knew a few other guys

Told him that this guy

Did something to this other guy

And the guy called in his other guys

To out-guy all the guys

Didn’t have the heart to tell the guy

I wasn’t the guy who cared

Family Couch

By: Baylin Hoffman

Milky beige

A canvas of vomit

Frumpled dimples

Sagging skin

Lumpy thighs

And creaking arms

Wilting bones `

A silent witness

Of dusty cotton

Holding history’s breath

Faded fabric

Patchwork patterns

Woven with the amber scent of tobacco

Molding cushions

A refuge for weary heads

In hidden nooks, things to brighten your day

A quarter, a dime, a burnt toast crumb

Little freckles of well spent time

All wasted and thrown

In this dumpster o’mine