Starring at the screen,
waiting on one more download.
Your sad words echo

Morning walk of shame,
my bra and poetry books
tucked inside my purse.

snack pants

These brown corduroys

They remind me of first grade.

Jungle gym fever.

Morning revelation

My chest is peeling,
I'd forgotten my sunburn.
To late for lotion.

Horse races

Dressed for the races

watching the horsed go round
bets come up empty.

resume's posted.
Now it's time to either
work out or get to work.

the night dips away,
glasses of wine, empty,
and yet we linger