the #metoo movement
empowers people to lie
and feel like heros

reality looms;
i ignore this as i walk,
feel sun on my face

i asked him to dance;

refusing, the topic changed

and i drank more wine

trailer park, chatting,
catholic idolatry sits,
in nearby window

my favourite aunt
we drink cheap wine with our ham
healing my spirit

last day of sailing
inching toward realism
finally rested

sleep, eat, and then read

initiation into

retirement lifestyle

rain on vacation
i prertend i do not care
read more of my book

he is geeking out

an engineering wonder

just boats in water

another sea day -
i channel audrey hepburn -
and fail, epicly

climbing on a bus -

stories told and liquid drank -

touring an island

his heat exhaustion -
accompanied by anger -
exhaust my spirit

empty day, ahead
i don't remember boredom
but greet her with thanks

sand between my toes

salt water dried on my skin

warm sun, embracing

wheels down on tarmac
collective passenger sigh
we all made it here

toe nails painted red
suitcase full of summer clothes
where are the passports?

tying up loose ends

and myself, into small knots

over the unknown

anxiously waiting
vacation creeps toward me
packing, unpacking

about to fry steaks
technic'ly, grounds for divorce;
baby, it's cold out!

under the covers
toes finding pockets of warmth
blanketed alcoves

almost time to leave
the cold, our jobs, family
and bask in the sun