Throwaway candy:
sadly, not the store-bought stuff,
rather, the homemade.

Um…where are my keys?
I left them at the office?
Great…turn back around…

A game six lament:
ample opportunities,
all of them wasted

Now that work swamps me –
now you want to sit and chat.
Maybe tomorrow?

Tame queries conjure
pictures you cannot unsee.
Be careful out there.

Chatty old women
discuss colonoscopies.
Thank you for sharing.

Inaudible man
crying behind a gas mask,
what are you saying?

A man begs for food.
His guttural insistence
echoes among us.