Three day week

Wednesday is the new
Monday, Thursday Hump Day, T
GI still Friday.

New Year’s Eve: ball drop

If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?

You love me

Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.

Visitors to a dead blog

WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.

Hair stylist issues

Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?

Hoarders on A&E

What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.

Driving to Chicago

90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.

Because of the media

based on a poem written by M.

They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.

original source:

I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.

Vaccuming

“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.

Rejection

Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.