they moved my mother
to a locked ward because
her boundaries are blurry
now it’s the memory unit
I wonder if her memories
will be safer under lock
and key or if they will fade
into the fog clouding her
world sounds draconian
but she will receive all
the attention there her
narcissistic soul craves

Cinse Bonino
2022

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the lady behind the counter
at the postoffice told me I
smelled nice today she
asked what I was wearing
the name sheep’s clothing
surprised her she grabbed
a receipt and wrote it down
followed by the company
name saying it reminded
her of light blue have you
ever smelled that she asked

Cinse Bonino
2022

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there is a contingent of pinocle playing
cigar smoking miniature men in my head
reminiscent of long gone Italian relatives
of mine who run numbers and find answers
for me about anything I might need they
live to serve me but at times take a break
to drink whisky and eat salami and cheese
I don’t eat meat but apparently they need it
there’s a cozy room behind my bellybutton
where all my demons and spirit helpers
hang out together never eating anything
larger than finger sized appetizers most
of them uncooked and accompanied by
light colored bubbling libations demon
green and spirit light blue that would fell
mere mortals but only manage to tickle
their nostrils sensitive enough to smell
my needs before they register with me

Cinse Bonino
2022

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A Balanced Diet

Holiday tables
invite us
to partake of
old bitternesses
vying for attention.

Some of us
return fire
with even more
bitterness.

Others hurl
defensive grenades
loaded with false
platitudes.

But the best cooks
understand a little
bitterness highlights
what’s sweet.

Cinse Bonino
2022

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hunter gatherer

I walked thirty minutes
to buy buttons for a red
felted wool vintage jacket

I don’t keep a car I walk
minutes or hours to get
all the things I need

I often feel as if I am
foraging or hunting
as I walk through town

my buttons may as well
be berries my library books
fat rabbits to fill my pot

Cinse Bonino
2022

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Personal Tools

I plan to buy a depth gauge
to determine
if your love
is running low.

And a rasp to remove
the roughness
that obstructs
consideration.

On second thought,
a flat bastard file
might be needed
to make a gentleman out of you.

A plum bob
would alert me
when you are about
to cross the line.

And some sandpaper
might coax your tongue
to speak only
what is true.

I hope I don’t need a
c-clamp
to hold you by
my side.

I’d rather
auger down
until I reach your heart.

Or maybe
I’ll drop
an anvil
on your head
instead.

Cinse Bonino
(a long time ago)

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Cinse Bonino

Cinse Bonino

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Cinse, a former professor with a background in the psychology of human learning, writes nonstop, and is addicted to capturing the human experience in words.