Sometimes, the hunger
that compels you to eat a
cookie is sadness.
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Sometimes, the hunger
that compels you to eat a
cookie is sadness.
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.
Could I love you if
we did not touch, if I did
not mark you as mine?
The house of my heart
is white, clean, pure. No windows,
doors. No visitors.
Making travel plans,
like getting dressed for a date,
is a leap of faith.
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
Viriconium,
Gormenghast, Majipoor. Dark
journeys. Twisted dreams.