The October wind howls through the panes of the windows of my home here in the suburbs of Chicago, eerily whistling across my heart.
The Loneliest NYE ever
My sister and I had planned to meet on New Year's Eve -
we had talked about it for days - I was going to go over to her new place near Navy Pier, donned with some champagne and strawberries, plop down on her velvety red couch, possibly light some candles and watch a film with her.
Dear President G.W. Bush,
I first heard of your name when I was a junior at my alma mater,
doing a study-abroad program at Oxford University.
At my alma mater, black squirrels would boldly stomp around the campus ground.
My friends and I used to joke that they were dyed from the nearby Linear Accelerator Center's experiments gone awry.
In a non-descript coffee shop
in the middle of nowhere,
a girl sitting alone
amidst gaudy Halloween decors,
I am reincarnated as a sea anemone,
(scientific name Actiniaria).
Destined to a 50-year lifespan of being constantly engulfed, tossed back and forth and submerged by the crashing waves,