Ides of March

‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.

In mourning early morning

J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.

After a few drinks

Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea

Mom’s casual embrace

Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.

You look great

Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”

Senseless

After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.

Reflection

Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.

Forced

Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.

Toil and trouble

Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.