home is... |
wife, teacher, sometimes-writer, cook, reader, and constantly looking for beauty....this is home. |
A stranger’s voice
there in your words.
I hear him in your
mashups your
verve
Too much
of a good thing
the thirtieth or so
bite of cotton
candy. No longer
a sweet melting miracle.
Now
only a thing to cramp
into tiny cubes
and crunch between your back teeth.
Just to get it over with.
Done.
Not the thing you first had
Not really you at all.
