an acquired taste.

if you hate sharing
treats, just buy salt licorice.
no one will want it.

dream #23

the end comes at once.
jesus, mary, and satan
levitate before

a petrified crowd. they
are made of wax and transform
as they float about.

the Son uses a
thin blade to remove mary's feet.
terror erupts. i

close my eyes but still
see a footless mary writhe
and slither above.

worlds within worlds

worlds within worlds, a star is born, or EGGs for breakfast

cream creeps through coffee
in swarms, storms, and sea nettles.
little nebulae.

post meridian.

tequila bounces
down like pinball. ba-ding-ding!
ba-ding-ding! WINNER!

anniversary.

and five years later
we quiver on this knife's edge
as the wind bellows.

the end of the road.

the end of the road, or Sarah's Post.

1
technology scares
me. i prefer pencil and
paper, sticks and sand.

2
i get jealous when
david snuggles the cats. i
worry, "they hate me".

3
i wish my breasts were
smaller. teeny pinches with
invisible nips.

4
my favorite word
is scorch. "conifer" used to
occupy this post.

5
i'm sick of spending
sundays with my chin plastered
to the toilet seat.

6
mathematics blows
up my skirt. the number six
is pure perfection.

7
i relish, nay crave,
nay savor, nay bask in the
attention of men.

caustic

the acid reflux
post martini bathed sweet breads
makes for searing dreams

dream #22

super models crisp
up in an elevator
turned deep fry basket.

there are lots of things
scarier than math. like space,
piranhas, and guns.