My mower won't start. / Darn! I guess I'll have to go / back inside and Tweet.

Coffee maker mocks / my tummy rumblings. I need / a Whopper Junior.

Chinese men, checking / text messages, squatting on / the streets of Nanjing.

Nanjing. Rain. Time to / bring the laundry to be dried / off the balcony.

Why am I cold all / of a sudden? Ah! I took / off my winter coat.

If you have dinner / with a guy named Foo, you can / watch the Foo man chew.

Ash Wednesday. Nanjing. / A cigarette smolders on / a rain-soaked sidewalk.

No-meat Friday. Dogs / in Nanjing look at me like / "How ya like me now?"

Sixth-grade girls giggling / in the library having / just looked up "titmouse."

She stands to reason. / O.K. But it's when she lies / down that I love her.

It is easiest / to forget the past while it / is still the future.

"Cheer up, sleepy Jean. / Oh, what can it mean to a / daydream believer?"

In Nanjing, the March / night that Andrew Breitbart died / was a cold, dark day.

A large orange cat / looks the size of an earthworm / from my balcony.

She turns away from / me in the bed that we share. / I sleep on the couch.

You can sing "Taking / Out the Trash" to the tune of / "Bringing in the Sheaves."

That empty feeling / the morning after having / Jim Beam for supper.

"Starkist doesn't want / tuna with good taste. It wants / tuna that tastes good."

I did not pick this / flower. It fell to the ground / and therefore picked me.

On the balcony / above, neighbors empty their / ashtrays. Snow in spring!