At Fred Meyer, Mom
buys me underwear, a houseplant,
and electrical tape.
At Fred Meyer, Mom
buys me underwear, a houseplant,
and electrical tape.
Coffee too late in
the day. My reading light’s on
’til two in the morning.
At the pier with my
brother. Is that a jellyfish
or a plastic bag?
After weed whacking
my hands and arms tremble with
phantom vibrations.
Dentist looks into
my eyes before injecting
the very large needle.
Barista’s music
selection determines the
mood of the whole café.
The cats can see me
stretching on the grass but can’t
join me. Bitter mews.
Three drunk guys skateboard
down Denny hill, no helmets.
I shake my head and sigh.
Spot a woodpecker
frolicking in the bird bath.
He sees me and flees.
Cat sitting two cats.
The shy one finally lets me
pet his butt. Success!
Place a stamp on an
envelope, calculate how much
parking it could’ve bought me.
Reading The Kama
Sutra in my friend’s bed while
she’s away. Real weird.
Organic heirloom
tomato tastes twice as good
when it’s from the food bank.
After Harry Potter,
downtown, the sky is purple.
The air smells magic.
Wedding reception
dance floor: Flushed aunts sip white wine,
shake their butts to “Hey Ya!”
A crow on the beach
pecks at a child’s sand castle,
demolishing it.
Munching handfuls of
trail mix in the bathroom of
the club. Budgeting!
At the beach the sun
comes out and couples start dry
humping on their towels.
Co-moping with a
moping friend is better than
moping all alone.
After reading the
Sunday paper, I need to
read some poetry!
On the table at
the potluck: Eight foods items
from Trader Joe’s.
In the grocery store,
examining veggies: My
old psychiatrist. “Hi.”
On the sidewalk, I
chew on a stem of fennel.
Just as good as toothpaste.
Rainy afternoon
in the public library.
Unemployment stuff.
Box up my crystals,
cushioning them with Post-it pads
and crocheted doilies.
After losing my
job, I bike to the beach and jump
in the lake water.
Sensitive, worn-out,
introspective. Surrounded by
loud noise and parties.
Reading tarot cards
for a friend, on her lawn. My
quartz warms in the sun.
Look under the dock,
see green sludge. Looking’s always
a bad idea.
Butterfly on the
beach mistakes vibrant swimsuits
for vibrant flowers.
Cross the street to walk
on the opposite sidewalk,
where sun is shining.