Today’s Poems

friendly fire
running the wrong way with the football
scoring for the other team
self inflicted healing, that doesn’t.


My mom would never make it up those stairs.
Not if she could see daylight through the steps.
To watch her try you’d think
she’s walking on the wings of a plane.


It feels indecent to be
taller than the bathroom stall.
What do I care
if people see my head
when I stand?
But I try to make myself small
until I open the door.
Excessive modesty denied
because of a few inches.

Guys must really have it rough.

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