My husband plans way in advance,

While I sit there dreaming of romance.

Bold and eager before,

Now, she shivered, shy,

Why did her anger inevitably

tangle in discombobulated thoughts,

Before short-circuiting in tears of frustration?

The early twitter starts at dawn,

With teenage sparrows carrying on,

My interview on Substack!

Zigzag in and out the shoreline,

Prance through waves, it’s so much fun!

Can we go now?

Claim your free poodle-perm while histrionics last!

Cut the corner,

Take three strides,

Sit up straighter,

Feel him fly.

Justin Timberlake didn’t bring sexy back. I did.

If I could paint happiness it would look like us

My infinity lies beyond

Melting ice-creams, chocolate chins

GO FOR GOLD! SILVER LININGS ARE SO LAST YEAR!

There is a boy pacing beneath her window, reticently in love.

Yet she will remain as tongue-tied as the schoolgirl

you walked home, long ago, under a bicentennial moon.

So damn ready

When joy’s a concept, a word, abstract,

When you feel guilty for feeling sad,

Effervesced with sparkling wit,

We babbled woo-woo truths for twits.

Sultry as Bacall