She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
Category Archives: disgust
Hoarders
Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.
Ugly photo
She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it
Not among the 6%
“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.
“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger
Prom group
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
Online life on the line
He sent sensitive
documents to a stranger
thinking it was me.
Laptop
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
What a bargain
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Sexist comment from an unlikely source
Back pain
Hunched and hobbling I
move as if years older, a
taste of what’s to come.