J on a binge

Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.

Advertising

Want like a burr that
catches your attention for
something you don’t need.

Rock the vote

I go into the
booth knowing the past, making
the future my choice.

Sitting next to Gloria Steinem

Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.

Misty mountain hop

Dawn the breath of a
new day paused when night exhales
sunrise dimmed by fog.

Oceanic Flight 815

Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up.  Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.

Writer’s strike

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

Urban outfitted

Going to New York
City. I’ve bought black clothing,
black low-heeled shoes.

Before Lost season 4 begins

Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.

Face waxing

In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.