walking the mall
lap after lap
the aged couple chats

everyone
in the Halloween spirit
even their dogs

the white sheets of his bed
bunch up and
create mountains

running routes
among the chalk-drawn grass field
the football spirals

homework to do
I find myself
cleaning the house

working on homework
the crackle
of the heater turning on

March Madness
dad snoring but won't give up
the remote

tension
of past love
lab partners

the smell of grandma's food
so good
even the neighbors come over

sliding down
the slippery slide
she plays with no one

clutching
the shaggy carpet
waiting for air

family gathered
on the balcony
blinding sunlight

Grandparents
gather us into the boat
lifejacket on

hands off
I am for show
not for sale

first day of winter
in the garage
looking for my sled

swing for the stars 
strike
out 

shihtzu puppies
the only reason
I am friends with her

hammock strung up
wind rocking
me to sleep

music encompassing
the halls of the building
another teenager dances by

three of us on the sled
quarrelling with each other
whoops!

running to my car
forgetting shoes
the squish of mud

my skin still tingles
from the touch of your hand
gone

littered with remnants
of our material lives
the kitchen table

washer buzzes
sunk into the couch
I don't want to get up

dancing in a field
flower in her hair
American honey

new love
taking all his time
Fortnite

dirty blonde hair
up a pontail
she furrows her brow

swaying in the wind
the shadow
of the empty porch swing

his shiny sweat
matches the shine
of the saxophone

grim-faced
the teacher passes back
the failed exam

the little boy sits
on his father's shoulders
throughout the parade

face to face
with an old friend
only beers between us

cold Milk
no drink for days
the milk is rotten

shoebox
under inches of dirt
cemetery garden

train’s horn fades
as it leaves the station
soldier’s wife alone

microwave dinner
still cold
two bites in

if only
if only I can get through
Spring break

she picks a daisy
just in case
spring cleaning

quiet rustling
piling up wood chips
the hamster's bed for tonight

sunlit cell
the prisoner wears his sheet
as a noose

chipped bricks
once
the foundation

pink pastel chalk
drags against the concrete
powdering tiny hands

flip flopping
my pillow
sticky summer night

dirt-stained sweatshirts
my jammed finger
snaps the ball