this week, in three poems:
to the scorpion in my bathroom last week
i'm sorry i had to flush you down the toilet.
some things just have to be done.
also, i would appreciate a warning to any friends and family left behind
others in a similar situation will meet a similar fate
playing the spoons
learned from a man in a leather kilt
ward talent shows will never be the same again.
(even if my hands remain scarred for the rest of my life
and my legs stay bruised that same amount of time.
it was worth it.)
yellow orchid on my desk
please do your best to stay alive
you looked like you had the will to live
and i would appreciate the effort.
life is so much better with orchids.