Mom’s casual embrace

Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.

Sitting next to Gloria Steinem

Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.

Urban outfitted

Going to New York
City. I’ve bought black clothing,
black low-heeled shoes.

Tomorrow’s flight

I’ll Dramamine my
self into torpidity,
sleep through drink service.

Sleeping on the plane

Like trying to use
your tongue as a lint brush, you
wake up fuzzy-mouthed.

Anticipation

Making travel plans,
like getting dressed for a date,
is a leap of faith.

Deal or no deal

TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.

Weight watchers

On weigh-in day I’d
inhale helium if it
would make me lighter.

Feeling fat

Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.

A little obsessed

I keep coming to
post like a lover checking
for text messages.