Wednesday, April 1, 2020

spy wednesday

it’s the last week of Lent
and already i’ve given up so much:

a full night’s sleep

the desire for retribution

walks along the beach

accepting dimunitions

“operational requirements”

the same old regrets

another woman’s touch

the certainty of youth

the correct use of apostrophe

i do not suffer fools gladly

i keep the pulse of hope
in a dead man’s grip