The moon is in waning gibbous.

My mother says she is going to leave

my father again. An architect asks to be

buried with his marionettes. My pet

rabbit never lets me cut her nails.

My last love drove a crimson Accord

that broke down on highways.

My first love taught me the word

cappuccino comes from the oak-hued

hoods of Roman monks. My friend

lets a stray cat into his kitchen. Graves

pardon the undignified. I left

my parents before they left each other.

The moon is in waxing gibbous.