Revealed

We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.

Desire

I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.

Seasonal attire

Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.

Unachievable

Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.

Mid-day fix

I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.