Category Archives: Single Life

Surplus Plus

I always knew I’d marry and I thoughtI’d have a baby to complete my life.I wedded N and soon we had a daught-er followed by a son, but time as wifewas not vocation I could well sustain:I fantasized my husband’s … Continue reading

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Going to My Room

What I appreciate about alone is talking to myself where you can’t hear, where I can gorge on words without a bone to pick with anyone, for no one’s near. My parents used to send me to my room when … Continue reading

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Asphalt Too

I wanna meet a millionaire on BART (for certain that’s a prize I won’t obtain). Attractive, tall and well beyond the start of Medicare, he’ll choose to ride the train because he hates to drive on crazy roads, who walks … Continue reading

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