Big potential

tiny

Tiny as mustard

yet a threat to robot world—

the micro human

One over the other

When I think of layers, I think cold afternoons, coffee, and cookies. Layers always revolve around comfort and food. And no one combines them better than the Americans.

To be a mother

The starving mother

sneaked a crumb from her son’s plate

he had the cookie

Survival of the fittest

Away from the ledge

she walked in tentative steps

once drug abuser

Braving the morning

Glorious future

bubbled, then popped like a gum

as the alarm blared

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