Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?
Honey, I’m home!
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Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?
Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.
She can’t stand her. He’s
her ex, so don’t include them.
Can’t we go alone?
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
The play was about
them. His unrequited love
her indifference.
He sent sensitive
documents to a stranger
thinking it was me.
When’s the right time to
wash winter blankets? Last night
I saw snowflakes fall.
Earthworms emerge, splayed
across sidewalks, tender skin
snags on rough concrete.
All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
No one waters them.
Tiny cells plead, but TV
seems more important.