Jimmy BroccoliJun 28, 2021Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesI Think It Means “Vagina”, But I’m Too Lazy To Look It UpMy clothes and other belongings Are on the lawn Looks like a yard sale without price tags Everything thrown here and there in an...
Jimmy BroccoliMay 5, 2021Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesThe Day I Saw Gerald's Head Get Smashed In With A Baseball Bat“At least you’re not a violent boy”, the guidance counselor said My nose, bloody from the afternoon’s event, dripping… I looked at her...
Jimmy BroccoliMar 8, 2021Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesI Don't Think I'm Supposed To Do ThatI Don’t Think I’m Supposed To Do That It’s been 35 days and 53 minutes since you left this world Last night I watched a rerun of the Big...