Las Vegas Showgirls

The seat swallowed me
as I watched the show.
I shrank, visibly, from
the magnificence before me.

Women we never meant to be
that beautiful,
that flexible, or that perfect.
Not when I was around, at least.

Left to myself, I felt good
about who I was
and how I looked. During
this show, I knew the lies.

Nevermore

So many times
life goes from bad to worse.
I often find myself thinking
nevermore.

Yet, history repeats itself
and I become a broken record—
the vinyl kind of yesterday.
Nevermore.

And then I met you.
I walked eggshells for years
waiting for the crack
that never came.

Nevermore.

Round 11

As a writer,
I often pluck at my dulcimer
as I contemplate the world.
Many have come and gone
in my life; most don’t stay long.
My silence perturbs the quietest
in my attention to insignificant items.
Hours spent studying anthills
lead me to only one conclusion.
The ants are my friends;
they’re blowing in the wind.