Court-Ordered Group Therapy: Week 36

Marcus got sentenced to a weekend, told us

    his positive test was off the charts. It was a baby

    hit, man. We are beyond jealous, though it’s easy to forget

his own child at home. I’m crowned the new King of Group Work:

    Sir Name and Offense. Outside my stupid

yellow bicycle chained to the railing, the fat orange

sun juicing itself on the capitol building. Good Gravy

    I tell the counselor when she asks how I feel.

    You’ll only be taken seriously if you take yourself

seriously. A clown

mirror at the county fair, my heart

    beating itself up over and over, and over.