My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Clean sweep
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My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.
The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.
It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
Fever like a sun
burn – every surface blazing –
yet chilled to the core.
Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.
HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.