Takeout

Fork scrapes styrofoam,
a sound that grates my nerves. I’d
rather cook myself.

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Book hoarder lets go

Finding new homes through
Amazon. Not selling. I’m
aiding adoptions.

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Tonight’s Powerball drawing 2

for Deanne

Ridiculous odds.
But for $2, any
one can fantasize.

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Running errands

Off-list again, I
buy extras, blow the budget,
shop when I’m hungry.

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Tonight’s Powerball drawing

With a ticket comes
hope, and since I’m ticketless,
I’m hopeless and lost.

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Pinterest lies

Looking glass spray paint
fail. Dollar Tree junk still lacks
Pottery Barn charm.

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Morning ritual

Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.

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Groceries

Short-term guests in my
fridge, pantry, cabinet — but just
until they are served.

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Junker

Like a dorm room on
four wheels, it’s a place to get
drunk stoned laid changed sleep.

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Over the holidays

Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…

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