My feet are cold.
In another room,
my son rolls over.
My daughter sleeps lightly.
It's amazing living in a moment
I have no idea if I'll remember.
My favorite number is six
six six. The first girl I ever fucked
dumped me not long after
the first time we fucked.
The war from before the wars
took over. Blood, accidental.
Such a sad
bastard party.
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' books are, You're Going to Miss Me When You're Bored, and A Million in Prizes. His latest chapbook is We Used to Have Parties. He is a co-founder of Birds, LLC, an independent poetry press, and lives in Queens, NY with his wife and their twin son and daughter.
We’ve published three more poems by Marks: “Raising children is boring,” “I never know what it is I'm taking part in,” and “Sometimes I like my own poems a little too much.”
