Quickies From 1988 Untitled

       

any morning is pleasant as long

as not too many are involved.    1988

it was another man to whom 

her attention was drawn and I 

wondered if she would ever think 

back on on me as a loving father.    1988

the morning was clear and the

weather was warm and the more

we said goodbye the more we

began to miss our surroundings.    1988

it was her need for him that brought

her in live with everyone else and

oh so vulnerable if he ever left.    1988

she played with him for a long time

until realizing his heavy breathing

was really him sleeping and not her.    1988

it was the size of her chest that

most men objected to...  a rather

miniature version of normal.    1988