3 am Christmas parents creeping with presents     chewed up carrots     to put in the snow     I think they’re crazy bright paper and empty boxes not one thing I wanted     I own too much stuff     it won’t possibly fit in here dim dressing room zipper won’t move     walking away     screaming follows where’s the rum gone?     prom night     corsage on my wrist     crushed I wish my flowers were bigger . . . I follow my date     red autumn sunset     through leaves     a hand in mine soft gentle rain two eyes combine     cracking both eggs     in the bowl     you hands are cold warming in the dough but mustn’t eat cookie dough is bad for you     popcorn, pizza, chocolate . . .     what a girl’s night! I accidentally burned my fries     standing at the door     a memory     long forgotten It was an mistake nothing was destroyed except dinner     by the phone     reading, but not     you forgot to call can I borrow yours? I need to dial a 1 . . .     confused man     in the ladies room     on the toilet,     I try not to laugh solo and lost . . .     staring at the ground     walking and muttering always by the restaurant always alone     unplanned     and too scared     at the clinic one glass of wine too many I regret . . .     a cicada     teenage suicide junk in the trunk note to self: next time eat less of the chocolate oreos     still not perfect . . .     pushing the food     on her plate I hate scallop potatoes     dirt farm     sweaty brow touches     cool lips a day of anticipation home at last