this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
(Im)permanence
this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
ironic notice
as the words come flooding in
(yet i can’t stop them)

no. i had no plan.
no plan for any of this.
(nor a solution).
Mama, a salad?
is that what i wanted?
you know me better

instead i’ll cuddle
as sweet as the day is long
keeping your night warm

like La Reina
finding comfort in each space
no matter size; sun


before dawn arrives
the snow still touches the sky
with white fingertips

the bowl is open
for us to earn winter skins
winter wind and all

like leftover trees
after Christmas joy is gone
this is our country

kitty loves jackets
Patagonia-repaired
perfectly pink warmth

my kitty comfort
is no comfort on this day
(day of infamy)

and the wheels still spin
and we try and wish and blow
and hope for a change