for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

flash fiction



braid on her shoulder

touching the mound

of her breast–

she picks from tousled sheets

loose hair not hers




Because of the many hidden meanings and an untold story, I give myself a ‘jornal’ of $300 for this flash of images. 

April 9, 2009 - Posted by | poetry | , , ,

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