Guilt

My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.

Teenagers

Umbilical cord
cut they grow reattached to
digital cable.

Sleepover

Popcorn caffeine for
the friend whose mom is dying
comfort food TV.

The director at 17

Their lives loves failures
all source material for
future film projects.

Last time

Couplings and breakups
compelled by senior year some
begin others end.

JH’s birthday party

With no school Monday
so much high drama surrounds
turning seventeen.

Date

He seemed shy. Passive.
Then she said no. His anger
Insisted on yes.

Refused

It’s the quiet ones
you have to watch out for when
they don’t get their way.

Threat

I worry for her.
Her safety – his obsession –
cannot coexist.