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Ol' Bessie
Ol’ Bessie
There were bows and flaming arrows, whooping, and wailing.
Finally, someone yelled, “Circle the wagons!”
I grabbed a stick and drew a circle in the dirt ‘round ‘ol Bessie.
(Rather silly, in retrospect).
Cause of Bessie’s demise: merely a question of semantics.
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T-Bird Ascending
The moon was full
and wild as his
bottle of Thunderbird.
We were 16 and 23—
puppy love and Russian roulette.
He thought there was only one bullet.
Try four.
Age before beauty. He insisted.
That’s why I missed my curfew.
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The Cruel Eclipse
Star-crossed in perpetual orbit:
the Moon circling
the Earth circling
the Sun—your heart
beating
the rhythm of my soul.
Enter
the cruel eclipse:
spouses,
children!
yours, mine
never ours.
Still,
this patient love,
(secret conflagration)
is waiting to burn
out loud.
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Baggage stowed; seatbelts buckled—
we’re in the air and
something’s wrong.
Unsettling chatter; dark,
menacing
eyes amok;
Tense whispers, then
The Scuffle.
Allahu Akbar!
wails from the cockpit.
Our plane’s ablaze—
Spiraling
Closer,
Closer…
to a skyscraper.
Our prayers
turn into
screa…
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At Last!
I tried everything:
friends of friends, online dating and
meetup groups. No luck.
Then one day I took a walk in the desert, and there it was.
Slithering out from under a rock with the rest of the snakes—
my future ex-husband.
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The Stars
All dressed-up and somewhere to go:
A ‘woodsy’ at Tucker Lake—
with that dreamy football star.
Full moon, full kegs; twinkling stars that match
the twinkle in his eye.
Now, I’m hiding
a baby-bump.
He’s hiding from me.
The stars.
They lied.
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Da Bump
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“Mama?” He poked her shoulder. “Mama! Wake up!”
“What is it, Danté?” Mama yawned.
“I gotta go.” Danté squirmed. “Bad!”
“You a big boy. Go on ahead…” Mama rolled over in her bed.
“Nah…it ain’t like dat; it the bumpy kind!”
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Ain't Nobody
Ain’t Nobody
Didn’t even make it
to the back seat
this time.
Then, you sit there
blowin’ sloppy smoke rings out the window…
won’t even look at me.
Ain’t no-damn-body gettin’ away with that.
You may’ve been my first
but baby,
I’m your last.
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