Stars so sharp they are
holes in time, the past shining
into the future.
Autumn night sky
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Stars so sharp they are
holes in time, the past shining
into the future.
How can one person
be so excited about
an extra hour’s sleep?
That candy still sits
there. What would Fat Bastard say?
“Get in my belly!”
My husband’s pride is
African violets, purple
faces genuflect.
Every year they say
they’re too old, but hit the streets
for that sugar fix.
Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
Only buy the good
candy because you have to
live with leftovers.
My daughter channel
surfs, feeding her ‘Scrubs’ habit.
I’m no Superman.
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
I crave silence like
most women crave chocolate,
dark, deep, bittersweet.