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Told Mom Bradford Pear were brittle.
“They’re so pretty!”
Ice storm. Broken trees clog the drive.
Heart attack, clearing them. Ambulance blocked.
Happy now, Mom?
All In Good Time
How long have we been dating?
In dog years, we practically just met.
Let well enough alone, eh?
All happy couples are not the same.
We each made him coq au vin. Mine: recipe-perfect.
Mandy added cocoa. Idiot.
Jean added coke. Not the cola. I dropped a dime.
I should win, but no. Hes waiting for Jean.
Its me, girl. Call me.
Returning your call. Sup?
Leave off my man, bitch!
Hes mine, now. NO! DONT SHOOT!
Old plans are best, she thought.
First a bride, then a widow.
Her wealth would grow by stocks and bonds. And, of course, a fifth gold ring.
Kat threw the last shirt over her 7th brother.
Magic unfinished, one arm would always be a wing.
But think of the money they’d save on quill pens!
Revenge is the Thing With Feathers
Taking her to the prom?
I give her a sack of bread and tell her where I saw a nest of lovely swans.
There were eight of us, surrounded by pastured dairies.
“How do they make so much cheese? They only have one cow!”
The Good Folk
I saw them, dancing in the glen, starlight on their wings.
And they saw me.
Now I attend all their dances, serving them forever.
In other news, the Galactic Olympics say Arachnoids will be allowed in the long jump, if they have their legs broken at the knee.
Sandpipers trail me along the shore, pecking at my discarded clothes.
I swim, out. Out. It’s just me and the gulls. Then, just the gulls.
Been a salesman all m’life. This gig’s same as any. Make ’em want what you got more’n what they got.
A soul’s negotiable, like anything else.
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