6/13/2017

Each night peonies
cinch each petal
like a book around
a reader. Now settle.

6/8/2017

There’s somewhere between
Once more into the breach
And loungin on the beach
Don’t just pick your battles, count them.

6/6/2017

Pregnant, she rests my palm below
her belly button where she was
once connected. You’re moving
To me. Hello, kiddo, hello.

6/5/2017

Don’t get a hitch in your gitalong.
It goes without saying.
Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
In for a penny, in for a pound.

6/4/2017

Kiddo, if you’re gonna break up,
do it in person. Your grandma would
put a live crab in a hot boil herself,
often after doling out a slug of gin each.

 

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