My Dog

We saw some puppies on our walk this morning!

Then I started crunching numbers

Isnt it weird that my dog is cuter

Than all the puppies who ever lived

Combined times one hundred?

Disagree? Then you haven’t seen him.


Leeks Suck, Amiright?

Growing older without children

Means knowing which of your older, childless friends

Are down to go camping and which are too soft for it

And cooking intricate dishes for them

While cracking mom and dad jokes

Such as: When was the last time any of you saw leeks

In a major motion picture?

I’m starting to suspect they’ve been banned by Hollywood

For being notoriously difficult to work with

And then your older, childless friends

Laugh, and quite generously at that

Because we are nothing if not supportive

Especially if, god forbid, one of us should lose

Her beloved cat

When Writing Hurts

I never thought I’d have to revisit

The Amazon rainforest

And all the creepy things that happened there

Standing in a circle drinking vats of tobacco

So me and those other lost souls

Could lie down together vomiting

When just a couple weeks later

A girl died doing the same thing

Trying to cleanse herself

Through her organs

But I had to share the story

With someone, so I wrote it

The Infamous Shaira

Everyone in my life recognizes

That Shaira was a very special person in my life

Except Shaira, who has reduced my importance

To the occasional Facebook message

And wouldn’t make the trip for my funeral

Let alone my wedding

But everyone is dying to meet the infamous shaira who

When asked about my time in Korea

Was always the protagonist

Even her name now brings to mind

Four or five anecdotes

Worthy of a captive audience and a fair few chuckles

Poignant silences, groans

They say they’re curious to meet her

Dying to even, and that according to my stories

There’s no one in the world like her

That she’s very unique

But the stories come less and less easily to me

Window seat

Sometimes, when I’m gazing out the window

Or just sitting by it

Reading about the particular sadness

Of lemon cake and smoking

I wonder if ill see him walking down the sidewalk

And what he’d do if he glanced in

Georgia, he might call, waving

As if we were still friends

But I know that I would shut the blinds

And put myself to bed