Please Leave 


The sky is in a hurry, rain beginning
to rush from swollen clouds.
The stars won’t come out,

not tonight. By morning you’ll
be gone and I’ll wonder why
I even cared.


When not writing about unredeemable people in bad situations, Debbie enjoys letting her dog drag her around the block in her neighborhood in Richmond, Virginia. She also likes cooking and reading tiny novels on her tiny phone. She has been published in Third Wednesday, The Lake, Flatbush Review, and the River City Poets’ Anthology, among others.

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