Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.
Last day of the year
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Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.
Envelope size, thick
or thin. We look for clues, don’t
like to be surprised .
Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?
Neglected, ignored.
Like faithful dogs, blogs wait for
their masters’ return.
At the Happiest
Place on Earth, worn-out tots shriek,
deprived of their naps.
Fastpass, Magic Hours,
maximizing each for the
most fun possible.
Intense chemistry
onstage. In real life, silent,
eyes not quite meeting.
“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Lulled by summer’s false
start, forty degrees reminds
us that April lies.
Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.