November 18, 2014

fertilty clinic: a haiku

blood work leaves bruises
but, like a junkie, I'm back
looking for my fix.

November 10, 2014

the overhead light
squeezes against the slate colored carpet,
the white walls,
and the constant
buzz from a broken projector.

sharp words on a dull subject
bounce between one person
to the next as I press my pen
hard into my notepad
drawing endless circles
like a stone wall.