Trip On My Pride

I hope you trip on your way out,
Over my pride.
Its so big.
You know I want you to stay.
Or maybe you don’t.
Because my pride’s so big.

Park Bench Theories

And so she sat,
Legs crossed,
Head propped,
Obliquely,
In hands.
On elbows,
Rooted firmly,
On crossed legs.

And so he sat.
Supposedly reading,
But secretly watching,
From a bench,
A few benches away,
Wondering at what
Her pretty head,
Could possibly hold.

Girl-Talk

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