he went peacefully
in the early hours
his final request was
a last sponge bath
from the attractive nurse
he went peacefully
recently, at dinner with friends someone said that we should all drop acid together
just for a single night give up being in control and live purely in the moment
looking at each other, we said, we’re old
no one had tripped since the dawn of the seventies
would our fragile brains and baby boomer bodies survive?
Walking behind two
Wright State students,
-Did you hear about the prank Jimmy played on his cat?
-On his cat?
-Yeah, he filled his cat’s litter box with pop rocks.
As we get older
we seem to get on each other’s nerves
One shaped sponge
Batteries not included
Three pages of caution notes
and small print
They shared a moment, but he still got the half with the most cranberries. I said, “You know how good friends can just sit and say nothing,” and she said, “Shut up.” He said the medicine “dissipated tumors beyond belief,” and I hope he’s right, because I don’t believe him. After she started watching zombie movies, she made me take a cold shower before we had sex.
No matter how many times
I moved around my inward lamps
And tables and chairs
To please the various
Interior decorators and remodelers
I’d fallen for
The Waiting for Godot: Place two ice cubes in an empty tumbler. Watch them melt as nothing else happens. Wait until morning. Repeat.
The Wasteland: Pour everything you have into the largest glass you’ve got. Hand it all over to Ezra Pound and watch him change everything. Garnish with footnotes.
We can be modern day mannequins—
Malleable forms of constant perfection.
We are Stepford wives with a mouse’s click.
Pinterest allows us to be anything.
Pinterest allows us to be everything.
Renaissance women reorganizing:
homes transformed with wine corks and mason jars.
And don’t forget glitter. Always glitter.
…was always there
a little box in the corner of the screen.
If you clicked it,
If you clicked out of it,
If you clicked around it,