I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.
When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.
Winter 2009 issue of Concise Delight
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
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