Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
Jason D. Morris
I’m sorry…
I don’t know struggle
I was born in the age of automatic doors
where i mistake checking a phone for a dramatic pause
and awkward eye contact for misplaced dynamics.
My elevator etiquette grazes downed power lines
and my pavement demeanor is a stage of Babylon.
It’s a wonder this world doesn’t move on without me
I’m sorry. It does. I’m just a spec of dirt on the backseat.