A and B

Two hearts of the same size,
each on one end of an old
telephone cord.
His, A.
Mine, B.
Very soon will that outer layer
 of that long line, which signifies
a long time, wear completely.

The Pressure

Threats to get it together or else,
everyday while I’m lying there, resting,
my child growing inside of me-her
grandchild. Newspapers, exam
notices, many listings of websites
stacked on my dresser at
every week’s beginning, just
living is a task here. The deadline

Bad Hair Day

I brush in one direction,
it goes in another,
has its own
way of thinking.