The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Essential
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Tag Archives: family
Inanimate
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
Inheritance
I take better care
of my mother’s possessions
than of her, she’d say
Guilt
My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.
Crashed
Sixteen year old girls
draped over couches look like
angels downed mid-flight.
Teenagers
Umbilical cord
cut they grow reattached to
digital cable.
Buddy
Well-loved now. Rescued
he was matted with feces,
eyes begging for home.
Withdrawal
She hates her friends at
the moment. They cling, their needs
crowding out her self.
After school
Anyone can see
she’s depressed. Crashed on the couch
sleeping beauty dreams.
a haiku a day 