Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
Lost and found
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Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
My daughter channel
surfs, feeding her ‘Scrubs’ habit.
I’m no Superman.
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
I type furtively,
blogging an addiction as
bad as crystal meth.
An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.
I must be up in
five hours. It’s like walking a
tightrope…or knife edge.
Argued over what
candy to buy. She wanted
KitKats. Blow Pops won.
Only quiet time
to read tea ceremony
book is in bathroom.