for S.
Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.
Out of wedlock
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Not in polite company
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
Candid confessions of a college-aged daughter
“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
Weed laced with PCP
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Hearing herself on CD
When her voice leaves her
body, recorded, it’s a
stranger who comes out.
Writer friend
When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.
First boyfriend breakup
She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
Surviving St. Patrick’s Day
for Cathy
Too sick for green beer
she stayed home, watched bad films of
leprechaun horror.
Channel surfing at 3 am
Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.
You’re distant but near.
I live through your moods, friends, pix
vicariously.
a haiku a day 