Today it didn’t
happen. But I thought it would.
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Business as usual
Breakfast meeting. Lunch
meeting. Outside, homeless men
plead, Will work for food.
Absence
When you’re not here we
skip dinner, fall asleep with
the TV still on.
About October 10th
I’m unsure whether
joy or terror will greet the
news that I am live.
Tomorrow
Opportunity
is knocking. Finally, I
will open the door.
Essential
The spareness of what
I write contrasts with my
cluttered existence.
Inanimate
J spilled nail polish
remover on my mother’s
chest. I screamed, then cried.
Guilt
My dead parents’ stuff
occupies my home and mind.
Unsorted, it waits.
Teenagers
Umbilical cord
cut they grow reattached to
digital cable.
Sleepover
Popcorn caffeine for
the friend whose mom is dying
comfort food TV.
a haiku a day 