like a song title
you can’t recall, like the name
of your first grade friend
Sleep eludes me
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Hint of spring
Earthy smell of fresh
mud awakens winter-dulled
senses like coffee.
College midterms
She calls, panicked, freaked.
Can’t breathe, can’t focus, can’t write.
I soothe, long distance.
Hair stylist issues
Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?
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Neglected, ignored.
Like faithful dogs, blogs wait for
their masters’ return.
Last day of 16
Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
Hoarders on A&E
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Ocean waves
I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Driving to Chicago
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
Second city
Unlike cold New York
you smile, take in all comers
with your midwest charm.
a haiku a day 