I'm sorry that...
I ate all the marshmallows.
The cat knocked them over and there were grackles.
Timbuktu was too far away
You make lousy coffee.
There is no vaccine for that.
I don’t want to go on Tuesday.
I haven’t finished Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations.
Thursdays are always bad for me; they come after Wednesdays.
Your check was late.
It's too early in the morning
to discuss anything
so fraught with unexpressed meanings.
Originally published in Pittsburgh Poetry Houses.
Published on the Laundry Line, 4 Feb, 2025.
