Don’t you know no girls
allowed? Threaten the big boys,
they call you a bitch.
Hillary Clinton
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Don’t you know no girls
allowed? Threaten the big boys,
they call you a bitch.
Don’t you know no girls
allowed? Threaten the big boys,
they call you a bitch.
An email from a
stranger descending into
madness unnerved me.
Secrets like splinters
lodged down deep tear you apart
from the inside out.
National TV
talk show called me to be a
guest. What will I wear?
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.
Reading haikus is
like eating chestnuts. You stop
after a bad one.
I scratch itchy skin,
thinking of lepers losing
pieces of themselves.
We longed for The Mist
and 1408 like kids
dreaming of Christmas.
They saw a film on
how poultry is killed. They cluck
as I eat hot wings.
Busyness is best
to occupy, medicate
you. Endings are hard.