stranded w/out nail
clippers, I resort to using
the kitchen shears
new gelato flavor
at the corner market,
small town pleasures
why must frozen
yogurt in Seattle taste sour
as normal yogurt?
wanting to reach through
the phone & pull him close
here next to me
nearly invisible:
the carrot yellow lotion
splattered on mustard walls
emotional eating
not just for boredom but
writer’s block too
panning for gold
in Durango, he sets up
his first business
dissed by Santa on
the Polar Express, he gets
into the Xmas spirit
leafing thru lit journals
I want to find something to
respond to; keep reading
after so many
sleepless nights, I’ve slept in
almost every bed
