Today we act as
if nothing happened. Over
night a cold front passed.
Unresolved
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Category Archives: regret
Pride goeth
My new business cards,
bearing my new title, all
printed with typos.
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.
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.
JH’s birthday party
With no school Monday
so much high drama surrounds
turning seventeen.
Buddy
Well-loved now. Rescued
he was matted with feces,
eyes begging for home.
a haiku a day 