I miss
Midwest bars
of naugahyde
Pabst’s on tap
nuts in bowls
and old men with cheap drinks
eyeing young women
being flirty
wood panelled walls
making you feel
like you’re just
in someone’s basement
making jokes
and getting drunk
with extended family
in flannel
while cold and snow
swirl outside
For April, I am challenging myself to both #NaPoWriMo but also the #AtoZChallenge.
This is my personal blog about being present and in the moment and working to keep this fire within me burning.
