batten down the hatches becky

coming high pressure
dripping upwards from the ground
kissing the cold front 

i saw the mess you made, and asked it out to dinner

he's wasn't the one
with his mispronounced vowels
and stupid moustache  

it's not a party without someone else's lasting impressions

so what if i'm drunk
i'm prettier than your wife
and she isn't here 

green, glow in the dark, spray painted stars

family reunion
we're packed into the bunk beds
my cousin's snoring

my grandma's downstairs
my uncle is in the den
my father, my mom

my favourite aunt died
but we don't talk about that
in front of the kids

my second cousin
has this twitchy sort of walk
and we laugh at her

so i lie awake
wishing i was enough man
to burn this house down 

matt skiba, now resplendent

your headstone's so cold
it doesn't feel like summer
ever, really, now