Good trade

small fist on
horse back
clenched tight
a grubby grip
round
a lilac gift
bartered for
Ice cream
with Mrs ?
in a small town shop

good trade

Confessions

young and pretty
old and careworn

both

she gave me perfume
(i can still smell it)

foreign and fragrant

tempting

a gift
(of sorts)

from

a traveler through
her used body


how did she end up here

(hotelier come escort)

no one told her
she would
never stop crying

for the babe
she had
no way for

so she told me
a stranger

New Snow

new snow
blue snow
makes a puppy bounce

flounce
trounce
pounce
makes a puppy bounce

new snow
blue snow
makes a puppy bounce

Splintered

Splinters
Splintered
Separate
Solitary
Single
Confined
Alone

Echo chambers

(of our own making)
Filled with splinters

(an algorithmic atrocity)

Toothpick and marshmallow statues to our stupidity

(gullibility)

Comfortingly childish but

Rickety

Spastic

(and uselessly sweet/indignant/righteous/mad)

The common glue
That once held
Has

All

Dried

Up


Your playlist is so

Different

(from mine)


Will we every sing

The same song

Again





Blondie

I see your
blond blown out hair
everywhere

Is their dresser using the same color as you
the same product
the same brush
to tame the wildness

Would that it was on your head
Instead of theirs
and you would turn and
see me and laugh and say

Heeeeeyyyyyyy



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