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: Sweat-and-Tears Life Tanka
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another
mid-sentence silence
this muggy noon
our thoughts of returning
to sweat-and-tears yet sure life
*Added:*
cubicle glass
the stare of my eyes
the st...
