Superfluous

You are hyperbole. I do not understand how you do it, wake up every day and face the world, when you know that you are a caricature, you are the Wizard of Oz, you stand in front of a funhouse mirror. This isn’t an accusation, this is fact. You use borrowed words and recycled ideas …

Odd Thought

His leg          l            e              a                n                  s                  against the chair next to him. He leaves it there,       using arms to propel him       to the counter       asking for ice. And I notice       his     shoes          do not match.

So many…

So many last kisses, too many goodbyes… Each one the last, “never again” I say as the door closes. As I moved out of our apartment Before I left for work one morning Dropping you off, after the abortion When I let you get your stuff out of storage In our home, begging for one …