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Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.
A stranger’s link love
Validation, valentine
all rolled into one.
Computer in safe
mode like reading Dick & Jane
after War & Peace.
Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Going to New York
City. I’ve bought black clothing,
black low-heeled shoes.
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Never read the play
before you see it performed.
There’s too much drama.
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
Bloody mess of a
play that has you laughing at
clots of gore and death.
“Meaning glistens.” Or
“meaning listens.” Or perhaps
it’s “meaning lessens.”
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Nothing pleases me.
Time I don’t have to account for.
A blank calendar.
Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
“Have you been writing
your haiku journal?” he asked.
You read. You know ‘no.’
With short hair he looks
like a grey human baby.
He’ll never talk back.
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
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