Foggy days. The shroud
of mystery that veils our
ordinary lives.
Transformed
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Inanimate
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
Inheritance
I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say
Guilt
My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.
Weather report
Cold snap arrives at
last. Wind, rain shake the changing
leaves into vibrance.
Sleepover
Popcorn caffeine for
the friend whose mom is dying
comfort food TV.
The director at 17
Their lives loves failures
all source material for
future film projects.
Last time
Couplings and breakups
compelled by senior year some
begin others end.
JH’s birthday party
With no school Monday
so much high drama surrounds
turning seventeen.
Baptism
Unexpected rain
soothing in a random way
anxious thoughts washed clear.
a haiku a day 