Trending now – turbulence,
marriage proposals, aphophenia,
and hard-boiled discourse.
For the first time ever,
I think I’ll order off menu.
Tomorrow is a good day for floating.
And the falling flakes of debris
piling up around this idea I have of life
threaten to immerse it at any given second.
One more disappointment
for the finale, sayeth she
with her head on her knee
‘neath a panoply of bone.
Full blown wretchedness muscles in,
and the agony of stones.
In togetherness, we dine alone,
teeth against the fat of a lovelorn winter.