If I had a date/
she slept through,/
and, though it’s late,/
I still knew/
she sometimes was awake/
at this odd hour,/
is it ok 2 text/
b4 my late nite shower?

Don’t be late/
4 your morning date./
Enjoy the time/
and feel sublime!

My aunt was living/
on that sunshine-kissed north shore./
My x hated her.

You, hula girl, still/
remind me of paradise/
I’ve not visited.

Save you poetry?/
The haiku you send to me?/
You should. It’s that good!

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah i miss u Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

The arches of our feet/
skim gently across themselves./
We’re fully absorbed

The moist symmetry/
of your longing frustrates us./
We are miles apart.

Good morning
siren of the swamp,
Loreli of the deck,
vixen of the fire pit!