I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Ocean waves
Reply
Category Archives: regret
Salon visit
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.
Levenger
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
Rain
Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.
Undone
Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.
Ending
It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
Realization
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
Facebook status after the breakup
“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.
Book club procrastinator
Meeting tomorrow.
Haven’t even opened it.
That’s life on the edge.
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.
a haiku a day 