Now I blog somewhere
else. A paid professional,
thousands read my work.
Unfaithful
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Now I blog somewhere
else. A paid professional,
thousands read my work.
Congratulations
follow me like flies all be
cause of my new job.
Today it didn’t
happen. But I thought it would.
What does Facade say?
When you’re not here we
skip dinner, fall asleep with
the TV still on.
We’ve shut the windows.
Pulled out sweaters, pulled on socks.
A fall admission.
Undereye circles
purple as grapes, lids heavy
as harvest-ripe vines.
Again you’re staying
up late. God forbid you should
worry about me.
Too few syllables
to write about Blogs We Luv.
Click through and visit.
I was first published
in Seventeen magazine
thirty years ago.
I’m unsure whether
joy or terror will greet the
news that I am live.