You confuse me, just/
FYI. No explaining,/
no Goodbye. Just POOF!

When she says she’s glad/
I let her know so she’ll make/
plans, I wonder what.

My journey reaches/
its end. Is flirting shown by/
poetry or cheese?

Some skunk-haired woman/
in Milwaukee opined “Get/
your shoes shined.” I did.

A super-modern/
airport delivers emails/
as if by pigeon.

She,/
SuperWoman,/
cares 4 sick/
parents,/
children,/
grandkids:

Caresses,
holds,
rocks,
feeds,
cleans them.

While she nurtures
every1 else,
who cares 4 her?

I do.

Worry about your
kids, K! I’m cool with whatev!
I have shiny shoes.

Is there anything/
nobler than a kid playing /
“Fetch It!” with Dad’s dog?