shuddered with a kiss
from inexplicable lips;
I have lived for this.

is it over yet,
or has it just begun? -such
is the fog of work

when is it okay,
just saying what I feel, like
saying made it real?

early darkness comes
outside the corner cafe
which glows to the street.

looking left and right
before crossing, but might still
have to dash for it.

horoscope called for
a shopper’s mood today, but
I’m not feeling it.

happy thanksgiving,
for giving thanks is part of
finding happiness.

inspired by those
whose sense of kindness eclipsed
their sense of wanting.

a lone shot defies
these old pigskin dreams, and we
will never know why.

la chica hermosa
invade cada pensó,
como un virus.

wrote you a letter,
then decided it’s better
to leave it unsent.