Poem: Surface Level

A low point was when I told my folks I had to go to the school in the weekend to do some work and left them in town for a couple of hours.

I went and sat on the steps and smoked some ciggies, then bought some gum from the store and met up with them a couple of hours after ‘clearing the decks’.

That was a low point alright.

It was the low point.

Or at least …