Waiting Behind in the Bushes, A Poem by Chris Russell

I’ve never been very good at remaining congenial after being left behind. Like when I was 7 and learned my mother was cheating on my father, or that time in high school when a girlfriend admitted she’d kissed one of my friends at a party. There was always a waiting behind in the bushes moment … Continue reading Waiting Behind in the Bushes, A Poem by Chris Russell