J replaced my mouse
that broke. M’s card made me cry.
Both my greatest gift.
Daughters on Mother’s Day
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J replaced my mouse
that broke. M’s card made me cry.
Both my greatest gift.
J replaced my mouse
that broke. M’s card made me cry.
Both my greatest gift.
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
The play was about
them. His unrequited love
her indifference.
Who will you be, and
from where? What will have brought you
here – mere chance or choice?
My weirdness is as
apparent in my kids as
streaks in a fake tan.
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.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.