There are two reasonsWhy glass toilets make no senseNumber one and two
fragile as tchotchke
Destiny’s hand-blown henchmen
I miss you, my loveI am incomplete, a glassI hold, half empty
words like stones shatter
the fragile glass of a soul,
scattering the light
Jingle bells jingle
Merry Christmas to you, you,
And also haiku
don’t be so stubborn! compromise, don’t argue, whenfighting her, or don’t.