Thanksgiving creeps up
fast, like a turkey farmer
wielding a sharp axe.
November
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Thanksgiving creeps up
fast, like a turkey farmer
wielding a sharp axe.
Brought in the ficus
tree. Fallen leaves fly about.
Wind whispers, “snowfall.”
I forgot to bring
the jade plant inside. One
by one its fat leaves fall.
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.
Paul Tibbets just went
to hell, where a black mushroom
cloud is his tombstone.
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say