Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
In the doctor’s office
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Perched on the exam
table like a rib roast on
white butcher paper.
Conversational
buzz a backdrop to clinking
spoons stirring white clouds.
Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.
Bandana over
his sweet smile, ninja to his
anime girlfriend.
He won me over
with his Facebook comment on
her profile picture
Being green we use
fabric bags old boxes to
wrap gifts. No trees die.
Like laser pointers
they blind in red green blue as
they save the planet
My door open, but
the rooms are empty, thoughts like
forgotten relics.
Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.