tumbler of red wine next to old notebook and pen — who am I fooling?
lost in thought — sudden leap of grasshopper finds me again.
sliver of mirror reflects sliver of image, flattens her fullness. (after a painting by Amy Cruz)
san francisco night — hot bite of sake feels good from tongue to belly.
tonight the weather lies, tricks us that it’s spring, that we are young again.
kitchen window moon — we turn off all the lights, invite it inside.
last bus home — I question my decisions or is it too late?