Argued over what
candy to buy. She wanted
KitKats. Blow Pops won.
Trick or treat 3
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Argued over what
candy to buy. She wanted
KitKats. Blow Pops won.
Only quiet time
to read tea ceremony
book is in bathroom.
The new furnace kicks
on, and I rise to the warmth
like yeast bread baking.
My small gift to my
self – a few words at the end
of a busy day.
Every night I
play Russian Roulette with sleep
instead of bullets.
I lock the TV
behind the armoire doors so
I can get work done.
Some days it feels like
all I do is sit on this
couch and write for hours.
Home sick, she lies in
bed, stomach queasy, still in
her day-before clothes.
Halloween spirit
eludes me, like the ghost of
someone I once loved.
Ben liked the armoire
worth $12,000 I
paid a fraction for.