planning and preparing
are nothing when it comes to
insurance
human fallibility
and the twists of the fates

~~~

i use squiggles
[tildes]
to break the momentum
from one poem
to the next

but only in a batch of three
because formatting in devices these days
is far too variable
for a whole line

so i rely on my
three
little
squiggles
to [hopefully] signify
to both reader and writer
that this poem is over–
re-ready yourself
for a whole new
poem
beginning.

~~~

lost in the depths of a book
so visceral
so immersive
so taking-me-along-for-the-ride
i can’t decide
if this one is more stressful than the first
but all of these ninths
give me some sort of curse
of caring
and staring
long distances as i listen to them
audiobooks carrying me through the star-system
the big house
the river
and i just want to know
what happens next
what happens next
what happens next???