Looking back

Where does time go? Clock
hands a band-aid over the
wounds of past regrets.

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Value

Don’t sell yourself short.
Those who can’t see your worth chew
your soul to pieces.

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David Bowie

The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.

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Tonight’s Powerball drawing

With a ticket comes
hope, and since I’m ticketless,
I’m hopeless and lost.

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Procrastination

Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath

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Morning ritual

Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.

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All nighter

Weighing sleep against
productivity, I write
into a new day.

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Diner

Booths shelter those hung
over, elbows tacky with
pancake syrup spills.

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Groceries

Short-term guests in my
fridge, pantry, cabinet — but just
until they are served.

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Dishes in the sink

Domestic mountains
rimmed with grime, sponge scaling this
Everest of suds.

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