the man and Sam still somewhere over there playing
church bell grazing this park
the food situation so difficult for a single nonparent
SINKs: single-income no kids
the spoon hunched over how much I need that food
I want dinner in my stomach, dessert at home with an optician husband
peoples' heads move so strangely when they talk
talking about their nicotine addictions like they're proud
how I am not part of a couple
without talking about hangovers
a woman pleading with her guy and smelling of hair dryer
three minutes to go until I get to go up and see the Monet
I don't have to look sexy I don't have to look miserable
iron rabbit teeth wanting to crunch something
the morning the tail feather touched heat
ice stung with wayward shores
did I tell you about the pot plant growing in my son's room he would never admit to it but it was yellow as a garden
the angel tail throw rug
Monday, October 26, 2009
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