Hoarders on A&E

What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.

Driving to Chicago

90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.

Buckingham Fountain

What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?

Missing Chicago

City of Shoulders
Your fountains bring tears, your sky
scrapers pierce my heart.

Salon visit

She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.

Disneyworld Character Meet & Greets

With more handlers than
Lindsay, their paparazzi –
parents; stalkers – tots.

Realization

She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.

Because of the media

based on a poem written by M.

They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.

original source:

I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.

Not in polite company

She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.

Easter basket

Malted milk eggs, Peeps,
solid bunnies (eaten ears
first) hide in fake grass.