“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
Vaccuming
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“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.
for S.
Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.
“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Status on Facebook:
“Watching CSPAN.” Many like
seeing sausage made.
A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
Taken by cell phone,
he grins shyly, she glows as
if her prince has come.