Five More Minutes

Five more minutes to sleep alone, To dress in peace, To check a phone. Five more minutes to eat my food, To eat it warm, To eat it chewed. Five more minutes to sit right here, To read a book, To disappear. Five more minutes is not that long, To feel the guilt, To feel … More Five More Minutes

The @#*&% Diet

My girlish figure of yesteryear (Whom I usu’lly ignore) Said, most plaintively, “Tell me, dear, What is it we stand for?” “I speak, you see, of floors and scales, Left groaning down below. I speak of knees and lig’ment wails When standing on our soles.” Surprised, I peered ’round var’yous parts, To ‘xamine scale and toes. … More The @#*&% Diet

A Poem About Socks

Hanes and co. They have my sole Or I have theirs (It’s hard to know) The point is that we’ve little dough Because, although, I tell them, “No!” My boys will blow Socks through the toes Because they grow And I can’t sew Darn it.