My Little Pony Lunchbox We walked seven blocks to and from the saint schoola ragtag bunch of kids with shoelaces around our scrawny neckskeys to adulthood cold-metalled over our banging hearts.On the walk home we were leisurely, the only thingwaiting for us in our rentals was a ghost-note overTupperwared meals from a single-parent or maybea… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 22