by William Skink
thank you for the food we purchased from the store thank you for the safety this side of the door thank you to the uniform who didn't charge my ass once he popped my plates for the likelihood of grass I'm thankful that the Bota Box doesn't fuel my nights doesn't pull me down to bitch and moan and cry thank you for the puzzle pieces falling into place Legos, motherfucker these words cannot convey the scope of what they're aiming for and why it always fails thank you for the wind filling listless sails--