She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
First boyfriend breakup
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She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.
She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it
“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
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
He sent sensitive
documents to a stranger
thinking it was me.
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Hunched and hobbling I
move as if years older, a
taste of what’s to come.