Learning again
Sonnet
When I was just a tiny girl
I used to want to find my boy
But now that my whole life’s awhirl
I find that men, they do annoy.
They want a gal to fill their tum
And keep them warm and often touched
Unless I cheer them, they are glum
And lay about and scratch and such.
But as I age I feel the ache
Of living lone and sans a mate
It seems I must a big step take
And find a chum before too late
To learn to care again is tough
I only hope to love enough.
Post-modern Living in Sin
Darling super,
Seems my boyfriend
lost some mail
and is so sad
Seems they don’t like
making delivery
if his name
won’t ring the bell.
Darling super
could I ask you
oh most sweetly
to assist him
Could you put
his name
in the list
with my phone number?
Darling super,
could you put him
on a line
all alone, though
He’s got a wife
who truly hates him
perhaps she won’t
get to know me.
Put together
She assembles herself as
she pulls herself out of the dryer.
Shirt, bra, underwear
One sock. Much later, the other.
She finds it nestled in the bed sheets
Tumbled together in the thread eroding cycles
One covered with gym sweat,
the other with night sweat.
A malodorous bundle, now cleansed.
Assembled, she looks around her
Knowing it is just a breath
to disassembly
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Halifax, Nova Scotia
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