Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
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Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
Category Archives: fear
Hoarders on A&E
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Out of wedlock
for S.
Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.
Candid confessions of a college-aged daughter
“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
Weed laced with PCP
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Inside the doctor’s exam room
Either it’s a loud
HVAC system or
white noise to mask fear.
In the doctor’s office
Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
Hoarders
Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.
Fishbowl
Bored orange nibbles
away black’s filmy fins. Sad
stubs flail lost beauty.
Unemployed Christmas
Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.
a haiku a day 