Nearby, a mother
pokes at her salad while her
sons push food around .
Non-eaters eat lunch at Panera Bread
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Deciding not to go to Junior Prom
“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Radio interview
You ask, I answer.
Opinions fly. No right, wrong.
It’s all subjective.
Levenger
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
Cold snap
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
Writing
Rubik’s cube of words
adjectives nouns verbs form a
perfect turn of phrase.
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.
a haiku a day 