long bus ride
she stares into
the empty corn fields

truck stop bathroom
carved into the stall
                    smile

endless empty fields
the clunker’s mileage
                     spikes

going home
I guess I can
do homework there too

bus ride
sing-a-longs
my team

faces of defeat
they trickle into
the silent locker room

winter boots
somewhere in the basement
waiting for the frost

old smoke
loose sequins
in a thrift shop

dress shopping
which circle of hell
am I in?

a home-cooked meal
for once
hungry hungry hippo

 
sweater weather      about time

sticky middle C
trying to play the piano
in vain

my best days
written in your storybook
you feed it to the campfire

slipping on stones
as we cross the river
you catch my hand

third wheeling?
not for me!
i’m a unicycle

the bottle spins
wet lips, soft lips
her lips

they squeeze each other’s hand
knowing
this won’t be the last

left alone
the laundry machines
finally free

feather light
a bubbly stomach
our dizzy tango

summer night
the stars whisper
your name

summer night
the stars whisper sweet nothings
to each other

the passing of
streetlights
did he mean it?

the autumn oaks
leave us
love letters

the sun shines
less and less everyday
thank god i have You

in the ER
listening to True Crime
to stay awake

alone at my desk
another bad haiku
I wrap it into ball

furrowed brow
my mother's husband asks
if saying dad ever felt real

 
leaves falling as I fall from grace

crunchy mud
i lift my boot
a rainbow of leaves sticks

this fall sky
i am used
to it

crisp wind
brushing her hair
aging leaves

steaming tea
a touch of honey
in her eyes

painful goodbyes
objects in mirror are closer
than they appear