Our first Fourteenth we went to Brooklyn's best
New restaurant. It seemed we walked for miles
Through freezing cold, but I knew by your smiles
I'd chosen well and you were well impressed.
Our third Fourteenth was filled with wedding plans.
I'm still not sure who popped the question first.
By Fourteenth number nine we were immersed
In thoughts of westward roads and moving vans.
Our tenth Fourteenth blew prudence to the sky
With fourteen courses served by silent staff.
Such frills on this Fourteenth? It is to laugh.
We're happy to stay home and order Thai.
My Valentine you've been, the count now stands,
Two times for every finger on your hands.
laura
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sonnets
If we were zombies
I promise you that I would
love you for your brain
haiku
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zombies
I come to you, love,
like a zombie in your thrall,
hungry for your brains.
haiku
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love
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zombies
I have no illusions of immortality
Or do I?
The way I shovel known poisons into my mouth
Shout motherfucker at drivers who cut me off
The way I still haven't put up the smoke alarms, two years later
The way I keep putting off Moby-Dick
Let a day or more sometimes go by without writing a word
The way I, on rare occasions, neglect to say I love you
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writing
Sometimes as I glance through my website's server logs, I see the anonymous messages people have sent through my little Scrabble-izer. Here's one of the sweetest I've seen, which just caught my eye:
If you were a Scrabble tile, you'd be a Z - one of a kind and worth more than everyone else
Or see it in
Scrabble tiles.
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