Memorial Day

Yesterday my bro moved into his new apartment. I went with mom to town and we dropped off a few things for him. Turns out they got a place in the building where they had that murder a while back. I told my mom that him and his friend were like Jughead without Archie. All they care about is food and games. In fact, those were the only two things they had already unpacked and set up. Whatever, at least my folks got another spare room to do whatever they want with. Today I went with mom to drop off that table and chairs we had borrowed at grandma's. I took a nap when we got back. It's Memorial day  so I found time to write a poem. It can be read over at White Fox: Silver Crow or on my page at fifteen minutes of fiction. Also look for my poem Iambic Seasons as well.