the Dear John letter
morphs into a plane
this cold night
my shadow and I
ride the tandem bike home
Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013
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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