When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.
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When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.
Monthly Archives: March 2010
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Taken by cell phone,
he grins shyly, she glows as
if her prince has come.
First boyfriend breakup
She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
Surviving St. Patrick’s Day
for Cathy
Too sick for green beer
she stayed home, watched bad films of
leprechaun horror.
Channel surfing at 3 am
Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.
Inside the doctor’s exam room
Either it’s a loud
HVAC system or
white noise to mask fear.
The doctor will be with you shortly
Latex gloves. Cotton
swabs. Antiseptic. What would
MacGyver create?
In the doctor’s office
Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
Headache
A mouse burrowing
deep, it peers out but can’t be
caught with eyes open.
Hoarders
Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.
a haiku a day 