Monday, August 25, 2014

From p.4 on Monday, August 25th


  • Tail wagging,
    wrinkles flying,
    bounding toward
    the kitchen
    new bone
    sticky drool
    laying in front of
    the open door.
    Chewing with a
    view.

  • I wipe my tears
    of sadness away
    and leave the tears
    of joy streaming
    down my face. Because
    I know that she is
    in a better place.

  • The lake shimmers
    as the lure hits
    the surface. I slowly
    reel in hoping that
    a fish will fall for
    my deception.

Period 1 Monday, August 25th


  • 3 stranded among brands.
    with wasted battery and saved screenshots.
    coming home with more than we had
    when we left, our
    pockets lighter.

  • It was quiet as
    the nail polish
    hit my toe nails,
    and slowly moved.

  • Dusk comes and
    her mind is in constant
    motion. Laughter
    fills the basement
    as the still drunk
    teenagers talk of the
    prior events.

    And she just sits and watches.