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SHORT CUT You twist the straw wrapper around your finger but your phone doesn’t ring and my bladder holds, we’re still talking an hour later you finish everything you ordered, we pull into rush hour, bumper to bumper but you...

I ate hot dogs, not the ones certified
organic and 100% Angus, just plain hot dogs.
No telling what was in them. Nitrites for sure.
Mustard and ketchup on the bun.

I have always been left-handed. Everybody knows what that means. My first grade teacher tried to change it Until my mother told her what was what. I wanted to give my teacher a dress. See, left-handed. Just now, I was drawing a...

I am a mountain creek
my nimble flowing self, day after day
undulates like a cool liquid ribbon

The wayward poem goes where it will,
yanking me in unknown directions

I thought of Socrates,
-and even saw him
he scratched his beard-
it wasn’t time for poison just yet.

Two or three at a time,
goldfinches dipped into an ice-free pool
to drink. Barking up a storm, the dog
pointed to the creek. Cocking its head,
a great blue heron plodded
down the sand bar.

It’s like some shock jock station
broadcast to my head
devoted solely to arguments
from a past that never ends.

Perhaps the pre-baby boomers
Knew something we didn’t. They knew
How to water the plant and to smell the fragrance
Till the final passage of wilt.