# Writing shorts.





### Nobody told me
No one told me
there would be hair
emerging – seemingly overnight –
from places heretofore barren
(a cheek, a chest, an elbow):
wiry, off-color, and curious.
Much like,
I must add,
the person I aspire to become.
### That smoke
That smoke you taste,
when the hill fires
burn down into the city?
It's trees, shrubs,
personal possessions,
that favorite dress,
heirlooms, memories.
## How many hours
How many hours,
collectively,
has humanity sat,
waiting,
watching spinners spin,
hourglasses tumble,
progress bars not progress?
What could we have done
in that same amount of time,
collectively,
all that humanity,
as one?
Could we have reached
a pinnacle of achievement,
a deeper meaning,
a perfect result …
in Candy Crush?
### Morning
Black coffee calls me
Beans and just enough water
To make them liquid
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