Ten Word Journal-ing (2)


Their sharing of aprons screamed egalitarians,
but that wasn’t it.

During the thunderstorm,
my telephone rang,
I was calling myself.

He stared at her photograph and sighed,
lovers too distant.

She was his antidepressant,
but not enough people understood this.

Best haircut he ever had,
she was reminded barbers exist.

Eyes followed
as if she had entered
the wrong universe.

The smock tightened and tightened
until he drifted into unconsciousness.

Have difficulty choosing,
but could narrow options
based on genre.

Those which compel cringing,
thinking, and becoming emotional
get approval.

My mother sometimes greets me:
“hello sleeping beauty,”
it’s sweet.

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