My new business cards,
bearing my new title, all
printed with typos.
Pride goeth
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Category Archives: loss
Wabi-sabi
To possess few things,
humble in beauty and worth.
Such simplicity.
Essential
The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Inanimate
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
Inheritance
I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say
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.
a haiku a day 