Attempting a poem a week. Maybe some other musings. Always a work in progress. Satisfaction not guaranteed.

it’s never boring

i stayed for the whole uncomfortable party,
my hair just needed to be trimmed a bit.

Tornadoes raged. 

My mother stayed home to avoid the rain;
they sent the sixth graders out to swim in it.

Another awkward party. No one dared call bingo.
After yoga class, a vending machine lunch.

Tornadoes raged.

lost photos

Itch