The naked lover covers his groin
with his left hand, while hanging
by his right from a window sill.
Behind glass, an irate, presumed
husband searches the horizon—
a diminutive blond in bikini
underwear at the rear.

The classroom wall is a journal
that spurns me day after day.
These editors, I swear to God—

Please stop writing about death.
Is everything okay at home?

(How could anything be okay anywhere?)

One Saturday afternoon after a sparring session,
my sensei and I shared a sudden lesson
across the two front seats of my hybrid sedan—
another spontaneous spiritual dojo.

We considered gathering at the water cooler
(it’s where you spent most of your time)
but decided to have a morning tea
(to honour your homemade muffins).

crash landed
stranded…on Earth: “The most

insane planet in the galaxy.”
me & you: …..riding elevators