people watching
I birth
a new mood
tool box
I dig out our
resentments
Negative. Again. Another month and I’m not pregnant. My husband could never understand what it’s like to fail at being a woman.
blue and pink threads
of the hospital
blanket
I could have been
a boy
river of stars
grandpa sticks
his belly flop
mom’s weekend away
dad cooks
our eggs “Navy style”
best friend’s girl
I taste the nicotine
on her tongue
black sheep
on the ship’s manifest
grandpa’s name
late night revisions . . .
my haiku drifts
into senryu
New Year’s Eve —
the first firework
wakes the cat
quiet night in
he balances a beer can
on his belly
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