when did they stopwriting about us?when did they decidewe’re not young enoughto make mistakes?when did they turn on us?tell us one wrong turncould lead to lifelong disaster,all because you’re 30and time is running out.
saturn’s return
returns me to myself
each morning
offers up perspective
with a side of wisdom
and a healthy helping of clarity
looks like
it’s that time again
to fold away your dirty laundry
this weeks failures
embarrassment and regret
I’ll play Barbie you play KenTill we’re in for dinner The dolls melting on the hoodMelding with each otherAll day becoming one with the…