Sidewalk Etiquette

I always try to avoid

eye contact with people

but never with dogs.

Three Short Poems

"Sleeper"

A poem without vowels

is just "pm."

There's no significance there,

maybe,

but I get really poetic

in my sleep.

"What's Killing Me"

Daily, I think about the ride

I didn't take,

the cab I didn't share,

the love I didn't fake.

I have a terrible personality

or a yeast infection.

"Small Addictions"

Going was always enough—

to bed, away,

on vacation, eight days

come home, run the machine

for messages.

Going was always enough to carve

a pit in my stomach

and put my friends there.