i am on the phone
collaborating stories
reviewing two years

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