(you have done this before. do you wish to continue?)

I must get back,
said the rabbit, eyes rolling. I must be
the lion I was

(community garden)

Who would bag
the sun flowers? Were they dead?
Was he dying?

(tentacles and wings)

First, there was a bird.
Then an octopus, eight legs strong.
And me, caught between.

(Queens)

Head bumps the ceiling.
You're beautiful. Have a great day.
Late night salad cuddles. 

Type A

Don't bother me.
I'm busy. (I do not want to strive
still, alone  )

(co-author)

Help me write a haiku. 
I'm not good at that. Try. Just say something. 
Something. 

( )

that place where
the music stops.and all we are breathing
is sound

(angst)

I was eight wounds
walking. I was pillows pressed to mouths, crying
love me, love me, love--