After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
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After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Clock ticks ricochet
like bullets of sound slowing
as the hour grows late.
Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.
I walk in. He licks
my hand, grabs my fingers with
gentle teeth, won’t let go.
Want like a burr that
catches your attention for
something you don’t need.
Magician’s magic
weather trick. One degree – rain
turns to ice. School closed.
See democracy
happen. It happens if you
exercise your right.
Cally For Nia
For Hillary. Maria
cried, “Uncle Ted said..!”
“Can’t I vote for a
Democrat?” Republican
guy asked. “Mine all suck.”
My civic duty
called. Yesterday, I answered.
Pat, Ossie, Art helped.