Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
Spring break
1
Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
No one waters them.
Tiny cells plead, but TV
seems more important.
My weirdness is as
apparent in my kids as
streaks in a fake tan.
Like cows with their cud
we would chew constantly, and
then we’d all swallow.
One piece would last for
hours and have few calories.
(I’m working on it.)
From a Revealing
start to this auspicious point –
my life in short form.
In wordless despair
M dissolves in tears clutching
me like a life vest.
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
Smoothing over the
wrinkles in life takes more cold
cash than hot metal.
not sure what’s so fun
about a day when we’re all
afraid we’ll get punk’d