Psoriasis

I scratch itchy skin,
thinking of lepers losing
pieces of themselves.

Stephen King films

We longed for The Mist
and 1408 like kids
dreaming of Christmas.

Another late night

Idea of early
to bed rare as a rainbow
and just as fleeting.

Bad reaction

All day my eyes itched
as if they were allergic
to viewing my life.

High school

You’ll never again
feel pain, joy both at once. Be
so at odds with life.

Speak

When you unburden,
you hope listeners will care.
Yet some could care less.

Dissection

Every day with
words I pin down bits of my
self for all to view.

Two ships

My husband says he
catches up on my life in
my blogs. We should talk.

Never enough time

I cook mornings so
I can eat evenings. I call
it planning ahead.

Famous people

Write about ’em and
stats go up. I try not to
let this affect me.