February dilemma

What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?

Mom’s casual embrace

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

Lunar eclipse

Luminous  suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.

When she’s sick

Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s  nearby.

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.

Insomniac

Clock ticks ricochet
like bullets of sound slowing
as the hour grows late.

Reflection

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

Writer’s strike

Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.

Forced

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