New poems from w-i-p collection, "Less" #4

Two new poems from a potential new collection...

The Hit-count


She’s put Trixie in the drawer
alongside blurred memories
and some neatly-folded remnants
of the person she used to be
into which she can no longer fit.
When did she last try them on,
a final dance before the mirror of imaginary men?

It doesn’t matter,
the Internet is her scrapbook.

In the supermarket chiller aisle
she watches mothers …