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  • arthritis

    the grief of loss digs in deep wedges between the joints arthritis for the psyche aching on good days screaming “fuck you” on bad hollowing out the hollowed out part of you who knew there’d be so many echoes

  • A Waffle House Romance

    I met him at the Waffle House, which was even cooler than saying I met him on the internet He was cute though for a moment as I was walking up I wasn’t sure He had stunning blue eyes usually I go for brown but he was all smiles and there was little awkwardness I…

  • (Reasons) We Love Him, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

            He says he needs soup and a good woman to take care of him. Aw.         He says raw emotion is lame. Double aw.         Sweet is good, he says.         Sarcastic is good, he says.         He shrugs his shoulders when called Pookie.         He says we walk into his jokes like a…

  • what he did

    he did what he did but I still think of him fondly when I opened the door I took his breath away something most unexpected something so surprising even to him to the both of us

  • A Demand

    Love me, dammit.

  • To My Dearest, Part 5

    To: My Dearest From: Medicated Lady Re: Evaluation There is compelling evidence that you do not feel you have made an error in judgment concerning me. This is disappointing as I had not terminated you; I had only put you on probation. I fully expected for you to come through a reassessment with no problems.…

  • Tuesday

    Tuesday a day of extended anxiety “on” for the job “on” for my class and just for kicks when I’m tired enough to rest my head a phone call cancer is terminal again nothing the doctors can do six months twelve months lungsthyroidbonemarrowandmoremoremore cancer is a carnival worker smiling to my family, leering at them…

  • New Guy, Same Story.

    The new one says casually I like you. I say, I like you, too. We continue driving barely touching fingers. That new one with his easy smile that I sense is not so easy. The new one who will never win my complete adoration Typical manspeak he meant it as a compliment It wasn’t. He…

  • Trilogy of 10-line Poems

    Between Birth and Decay My aunt had cancer. Actually, she still does. It’s just rotting with her bones in an underground cavern. Between birth and decay, it’s the suffering that counts. Malinger away. Two other aunts have cancer now. Don’t they deserve it, never coming to visit never seeing the suffering until the end. More…

  • entrapment

    So this is simultaneously it end of him, end of him the two of them should run off together bound by their would-be wounded souls unchained to my inconvenience and instability. I should give the international one’s number to the local one both law enforcement sorts I entrapped them both sue me. Or better yet…