A “REGARDING” SAMPLER: Short but not TINY Poems


Sometimes I feel like an assemblage of perfectly good genes run amok; perfectly good cells gone to cancer.

I know it’s a cruel joke to make given I know The Experience personally,

But what the hell? Sometimes all you can do is laugh.


To me the sexiest thing is this:
When I was growing up, parents were obsessed with partners past, present, and or future.
When I was married, parents were obsessed with their kids.
I didn’t have any kids with my ex-husband, but he had three daughters before we got married.
I’ve also always been (all both times) a second wife.
I don’t care if I NEVER marry again,
But The Sexiest Thing to ME Is finally being number one.

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