searching for fate
in the palms
of my grandmother

in the black-light
the old scars
glow

stomach
growls
yoga partners stare

the calm
he walks in
thunder rolls

alone in my apartment
the eggshells
sound like gunshots

riding a motorcycle
and texting
asking for trouble

first frost
her crib
empty

pull it out by
the handful
pumpkin seeds

falling asleep
not even my dreams
are free from you

winter park
the swing’s only passenger
snowflakes

single
their kissing sounds
so gross

bundled up
she can barely feel
her fingers on her notebook

midnight espresso
stalling in the kitchen
to avoid computer’s glare

black spider
binds her dinner
in silk

sharing
my king bed
with a teddy bear

baring it all
in October
maple tree

sailing the seas
your ring
near my heart

beneath the stars
forever and a day
with you

blindfolded
I taste a strawberry
…then your lips

pondering
where the fly on my wall
has been

my one and only
watches us
kiss

around the table
their mouths
full of loaded questions

wishing upon stars
just balls
of gas

safe in his sweatshirt
she hides
in plain sight

disney cup
filled with rum
not ready to let go just yet

inky branches
melt into
the leaf-colored lagoon

beneath the watcher’s eyes,
the mouse
scurries

clothes strewn
across the bathroom
first date

inspiration
red rose
drips down my leg

walking home
make it last forever
sprinklers

underwater seaweed
her hair
pulls me closer

pondering
the name…
sweat tea

walking in
so beautiful
you shine in the dark

late night, at the door
kiss
on the cheek

bells ring
your “i do” gives me
angel’s wings

tipping
you weren’t worth
the money

dancing in the rain
tonight
and the rest of my life

late night snack
she squints
at the refrigerator light

dancing
with crossed legs
where’s the bathroom?

tiny shoes
who will you
become?

check the clock…
her costume feathers
begin to wilt

three ghosts at the door
he plays the role
of happy husband

grocery store
cart
with a lazy wheel

got lost
watching
the tennis ball

Trick or Treat
the shrill growl
of the dentist’s drill

whistling
he marches through
the twirling leaves

little girl
stepping
on every single crack

house party
nobody gets
my costume

poking
at the tea leaves
smudged in my glass

sexy nurse
bad costume choice
in the snow

falling
eyes open, I wonder
who will catch me first

attempted break dance
ipod too loud
to hear their laughter

zombies aren’t real!
knock on the door
we all jump

we come to a stop
he jumps out to
open my door