My computer and
phone connect me, bind me, and
feed my dumb FOMO.
My computer and
phone connect me, bind me, and
This gorgeous Fall morn
I, at breakfast, stared at my
phone*, not life. Why? Fail!
OR
*screen
The dark, little-used/
spot in the woods is perfect/
for rare medicine.
I sewed my ripped jeans./
Not the best patch job, but my/
underwear won’t show.
If I sit and think,
is that working, even if /
it’s fun? I think so.
When you think someone
Was fine as they were, but they
When you think someone
is fine as they are, but they
If revelations
Church in a summer
resort means the hall is filled