on the tip of your tongue

rudy huxtable's

real name and other matters

of grave importance

on public radio, pt. 2: as heard on "on point"

for the left-leaning

lactose enthusiast -- "the

history of milk"

on creatures of discriminating taste

garbage can raccoon

takes diapers, leaves leftovers;

diss duly noted

on infestation

adding insult to

junk mail, discover ants have

colonized mailbox

on entertainment

giant bouncy house

insert small children, gently

shake to randomize

on mental health

not so much about
flawlessly together as
gracefully undone

on shortcuts

scratch crust pain in the

buttermilk; what up my girl

marie callender

on body image

o slenderizing 

mirror: bless thy merciful
lying concave heart

on taste

avant garde baby

makes me draw tiny rainbows

in greys, blacks and browns

on fashion, pt. 2

husband's wardrobe as

art: installation titled

"fantasy in beige"

on love with the ice cream truck man

hot fudgesicle nights

beget eloping, loudly,

 at five miles per hour

on auto-complete

where "pain in the butt" 

gets genius upgrade to "pain

in the buttermilk"

on public radio

garrison keillor

on all NPRs in range

lobotomy now

on ritual

post-run shower brings

the fleshly form full-circle

soap-actualized

on fashion

friends over age 5 

don't let friends wear anything 

labelled a romper

(image courtesy CastawayVintage)

on setting the bar low

5k goal: don't lose 

to children or anyone

extremely old, fat
 

on childhood

"I love you mama"

says the little redhaired girl

finger in her nose

on hygiene

bathing daughter post-

spaghetti; stunning sunset

ring-around-the-tub

 

on current events

small daughter studies

celebrity gossip rag,

dubs it "mama's news"

on a business card

"hair braiding, mobile,

tips only, call ken." nothing

creepy to see here

on deliciousness

eating leftover 

gravy with a slotted spoon

new and tasty low

on discomfort

headache spawns image:

left brain defenestrating 

right through nearest ear

on flora

greenhouse pilgrimage

acres of prime garden porn

oh my begonias

on cause to sleep with one eye open

tv turns itself

on when I plug in the lamp;

both feign innocence

on reality tv

the bachelorette

 primetime promiscuity

for the sequin set 
 

on things that look like things

 

crosscut tomato

respiratory system

served on the half shell

 (image courtesy prashant_zi)

on meteorology

"wintry mix": dirty

marketing to make sleet sound

like Christmas candy

on the empty threat

"I will flatten you,

cat," I say; less than moved, he

calmly licks his butt

on pastry

boston-style donut

pudding incognito for

the kreme konnoisseur

on self-preservation

I run zigzag, then

remember that's for bullets,

not lightning. fun fact.