She lived inside her head, A snug space, comfortable but lonely. In time her solitude took up too much room. She reconsidered being a hermit, And went outside to change her mind.
Trapped in the automat
Once upon a time A maiden longed for passion Pining for her prince Fishing in frog ponds Searching in fresh produce aisles Squeezing the melons Pursuing her dreams Sports bars and trivia nights Hoping for a match Meeting Mister Right Her one and only pursuit She’ll stop at nothing Subtle men attend Twice weekly worship meetings Have … Continue reading Trapped in the automat
One is not a lonely number
I've always been a bit of a loner. I enjoy spending time with friends and family, but I also like being by myself. There's no one I have ask for a menu selection - I can eat when I want, what I want, how I want... straight out of the ice cream carton with a … Continue reading One is not a lonely number