STILL MORE SHORT POEMS

BIFOCALS

Bifocals, having never found love,

saw my sixth-grade face and said

get me all over that.

*

EAR PULSE

Listen! My heart

has gone creeping up

into my ear again.

*

A TOAST

May you sip your rosewater tea

at seventy five and read every blurred name

scrawled into your ankles and arms.

*

TOAST

Jesus came back

for some peanut butter

not thinking you’d notice.

*

COWLICK

Cowlick on my right temple,

postal clerk says I can hold my temper.

*

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