Chicago

The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.

Feeling fat

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

Lair of the pack rat

HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.

Midnight munchies

To eat or not to
eat? My stomach says yes, my
hips scream don’t you dare.

A little obsessed

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

Yearning

Why this ache, an itch
no hand can scratch, a splinter
no tweezer can pull?

Regret

A blowtorch melting
a block of ice from within,
pain made transparent.

Thanksgiving – division of labor

They’ll watch football. We’ll
cook. Men and women. Hunters
and gatherers still.

Trust

Like a cracked eggshell,
once broken it cannot be
redeemed nor reforged.

Depression

Heavy blanket weighs
you down, yet cocoons you. Why
bother to crawl out?