Scott Sherman Poems, Day 1: “Home Sick”

6 A.M. Ghosts hanging on the trees outside heads impaled on mailboxes. 104° fever. I slept on the pull-out sofa while my mother cleaned upstairs. I heard furniture dragging on the floor, so I checked on her in case she was moving a chair underneath a ceiling beam in the living room. Realize how much nursing homes smelt so much like my own. Wet leaves … Continue reading Scott Sherman Poems, Day 1: “Home Sick”