Proposition 8

My equality
in the hands of my neighbors--
ashes on my tongue.

Christmas vacation
seems less like a holiday
when mandatory.

Spam Squared

Undeliverable:
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email was received.

A rally for what?
An embarrassment for whom?
San Francisco's torch.

I fell in love with
a GAP mannequin today--
his t-shirt, so tight.

Decay

In the space between
seconds, we are beautiful,
even in decay.

Amy's Organic Bowls

A bug in the bowl
may surprise you during lunch--
no fear: it's organic.

The indentation
of your pillow on my face
fades to memory.

Without you, I am
either a hermit or whore.
You choose--or come home.

Hillary

A woman reviled--
the very definition;
President to some.

I hesitated
to take your hand into mine;
winter gusts, cold and grey.

Trying to stifle
my cough on the train brought tears
to my eyes today.

Swaddled in sheets and
blankets, my nocturnal home,
I am loath to leave.

Bumbershoot

Wanting to dance with
my umbrella, the wind gave
me a gentle push.

My ambivalence
trumps your suffering because
I care less than you.