Sunday, September 26, 2021

drunk leaving the Exchange by Tohm Bakelas

a city bus drives by fast
and blows my hair back—
it's time to go home




Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 12 chapbooks. He runs Between Shadows Press.

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