I have yet to fall
for Ron Paul. I don’t even
know what he looks like.
Ron Paul
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I have yet to fall
for Ron Paul. I don’t even
know what he looks like.
I forgot to bring
the jade plant inside. One
by one its fat leaves fall.
Pumpkin cheesecake in
the oven. Nutmeg, ginger.
Fragrant November.
Fast forward to the
next holiday in the stores.
Retail at light speed.
Stars so sharp they are
holes in time, the past shining
into the future.
How can one person
be so excited about
an extra hour’s sleep?
Sadako folded
a thousand paper cranes and
hoped for miracles.
My daughter asks why
I hate Paul Tibbets. He was
just doing his job.
He had no regrets
about dropping the A-bomb.
Did he have a soul?
Open the doors and
Eighty thousand lives are lost.
Helluva workday.