She Threw Me

 to the hybrid dogs.
She threw me; she threw me.
Her cheshire cat face
as silky as milk all the while.
Did she know

that she threw me,
or was it a case
of deserved disgrace?
Begone ragged misfit.
This is not your place.

Two Chairs

 Are two chairs
indeed better
than one? Yes? No?
Perhaps a divan,
a settee, something
one could use
or even own?
If I furnished my hovel
with mismatched seating options,
would that make me a designer
or merely a nervous squatter?

Your Algorithm

 does not attract
mine. We've debated this
endlessly:
the prosaic vs. the sublime.
You dared to die;
I dared to defy.
In the end,
there is no end;

only distances

don't die. 

Go Slow

 Go slow, girl,
go slow. Do not be seduced
by cognitive bias.
The rush
does not exist. Repeat:
the
rush
does
not
exist
Carousels come,
and they will go.
Just like memories
and yarns of yore. 

Pale Boy

 pale boy trudges
through winter slush.
eyes downcast,
thoughts amuck.
He struggles to recall
the starkness of Narnia,
instead holocaust
images assault 

his inner crust. 

Neither Dainty Nor Delicate

 these scars
attest to the most brutal of tests. No rest
for the wicked, no rest for the saintly
no rest
no rest.

A Taste of Memory (for R)

 Your memory
not tasty, yet tasted
repeatedly. We cannot go back
you asserted

assertively

yet here we are

not you, but me.
I carry your multiples
casually beside me
in a leather

case
battered suitably
The problem is,
my darling,
you never stopped suiting me.