Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Beading obsession
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Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Grey army trenchcoat
or lime green sixties jacket
J can pull off both.
The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?
Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.
We sleep late and do
little. Spend quality time.
Together, enough.
February’s haste
to usher in an early
March slowed by one day.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.