Window

You don’t look at me anymore Because you’re bored of my stories. Routine just changes clothes, and that doesn’t hold your fancy, So you haven’t changed mine And now I’m only good for the summer.   You don’t look at me anymore Because size has always mattered: Small is the new sexy. The new ones, … More Window

Old Clothes

It’s the first time I cleaned my new apartment. The mess has chipped away at my patience, Or maybe I just want to find some old things Like the clothes at the back of the cupboard.   Neat pressing and creases tell the tale of another time But a thin layer of dust has formed … More Old Clothes

A Parting of Ways

Don’t mistake choosing a path with courage; A fork is a gun held to the head. Over The shoulder, wilderness uncrossable Has grown. Prudence, like Virgil to your Dante,   Guides choice, and prudence is not courageous. Praise not some dead leaves, underfoot, over Others nor sigh in relief or grief that Keeps a reader … More A Parting of Ways

Grown up

Maturity is where dreams go to die. To have grown up is to be mature And passage is contingent like security at an airport: Water is to be consumed or discarded But you can’t take it with you.   That the American Dream is dead is true, Because all dreams are Because they were never … More Grown up