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I’ve got my press-on nails
a new ring
new hair
slate blue eyes
and a boy who’s helpless in my arms
Too available
My diagnosis
My judgment
And then
I saw him
looking trendy and sweet
ordering a burrito with guacamole and cheese.
There was no air conditioning
so we sweated it out
while we relaxed in each other’s company.
His hair looked soft
as did his hands.
And as it turned out
soft
is
what they were.
Haiku Poems: On What I Won’t Experience with the New Him
fingers through your hair
the feel of just-mown lawn grass
sparks fly with my touch
so you want to go back
Japan is lovely I hear
no more me to see
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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