tanka set

on the margins of his property 

old pond where we talk and...and...and...

chocolate i shouldn't be eating 

an older woman drives a beat-up Toyota today 

in the back of closet my old prom gown—

lavender flowers yellowed on the kitchen table

stopping by the corner market 

will he appreciate London Broil for dinner tonight 

like a genie in bottle 

he disappears after first night's lovemaking 

seated in a cold kitchen 

steam from the coffee my only company i suppose...