OGRE BLUSTER

Cruel, incisive and demeaning,

the troll in my head used to

scare me.

Now, we

regularly sit down for

tea,

wear funny hats

and take turns making up

facts.

Make friends with your troll

and you may find,

the ogre you imagined -

under the warts, horns,

and bluster -

only wants for you to be

better, stronger, and

kind.

YOU HEART ME

I heart you.

You heart me.

Isn’t what it used to be.

Then - a heart given with

trepidation -

a valentine chosen, written with

care,

slid into your decorated

box while you were

unaware.

Now - a heart clicked with

nary a thought

given,

while scrolling by

as if you were

dared.

And still this remains the same -

counting hearts and

their number,

some let this determine their

worth and wonder

how

to get more hearts

the next time

around.