lunch with a friend

'don't forget to hold
his head,' she says. she is nervous.
maybe i am, too.

eaten

it's a warm morning
on this first of june, the type
that make folks complain

because they forget
how hot july can be. the
new mosquito bite

on my ankle BEGS
my nails to rake across it,
but i plumb refuse.

instead i make little
X's on it, and treasure
the too brief relief.

GORGE-ous.

2 chili cheese dogs
for dinner. there are some sins
that can't be un-did.

raw.

and a special thanks
to the child who infected
me with this charming

bug. a sore throat : the
perfect accompaniment
to a rainy day.

dear Xeno,

what if death is a
myth. what if during your last
hours, minutes, seconds

time gradually
slows, until each moment is
an eternity.

did the Tortoise not
teach that the end never comes ?
do we not seek the

infinite between
the infinitesimal ?
I am the star of

this pornography
known as consciousness, and it
is one with no end.

dear lady

hairspray and leopard
print : the key to tricking Old
Age. or so she thinks.

namaste, fat girl.

i gorge on cookies
after yoga to honor
the glutton within.