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such a sweet ride they
didn’t want to leave so they
did Wendy’s drive-thru
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
In it she was arm
candy, someone that turned heads
unexpectedly.
Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Days grow longer like
smiles that stretch wider as one
greets a long lost friend.
see also Inconstant blogger
That you’ve found me and
read my life in seventeen
syllables floors me.
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
They walk the carpet.
We eat takeout Chinese and
scream for our favorites.
I walk in. He licks
my hand, grabs my fingers with
gentle teeth, won’t let go.
Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
Brainiac Barack
cheerleader Oprah campaign.
A Disney moment.
Happy, they’re kittens
fluffy and sweet. Mad, they’re all
claws, spitting, hissing.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.
She takes such care of
me, reads maps, keeps track of things.
A good friend, and more
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.
My daughters watch the
Gilmour Girls non-stop, wishing
I were Lorelei.
Oprah and Barack
sit in a tree, campaign for
the Presidency.
I keep coming to
post like a lover checking
for text messages.
Don’t count calories.
Savor silken pumpkin, tart
cranberries. Taste joy.
A-Depp-t cult classic
fairy tale, gothic icon
all rolled into one.
Coffee with M is
a reminder of what smart
women are about.
She said her dog’s paws
smelled like Doritos. “She’s nuts”
I thought. Then I sniffed.
S will travel with
me, security-blanket
friend I’m blessed to have.
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