We eat cereal
on the porch by the sea, while
island music plays.
Reggae breakfast
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We eat cereal
on the porch by the sea, while
island music plays.
Intense turquoise, the
water is a wake-up call
to swim, sun, sail, dream.
Sleep gently takes you,
like the lethal injection
you cannot resist.
Like trying to use
your tongue as a lint brush, you
wake up fuzzy-mouthed.
Brainiac Barack
cheerleader Oprah campaign.
A Disney moment.
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
I burn candles and
incense. Maintain silence. Find
myself in nothing.
No greater self-love
than a dog licking itself
with satisfaction.
Sometimes, the hunger
that compels you to eat a
cookie is sadness.
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.