Salon visit

She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.

Levenger

Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.

Rain

Like eyes heavy with
grief, grey clouds spill a steady
patter of sorrow.

Undone

Pulling apart a
life together, the future
frays like a cut edge.

Ending

It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.

Realization

She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.

Facebook status after the breakup

“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.

Book club procrastinator

Meeting tomorrow.
Haven’t even opened it.
That’s life on the edge.

Because of the media

based on a poem written by M.

They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.

original source:

I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.

Rejection

Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.