One Sentence Poems

Aaron Sandberg Terminal Two embrace far from the gate and I’m unsure if they’re saying goodbye so early or hello too late. Aaron Sandberg is doing karate in your unfinished basement.    

Aaron Sandberg Speak Now He stands with a smile at the bathroom sink of the newlywed suite hours after the vows, behind a locked door, texting a woman who is not his, while his bride lies on the bed once pulling down the duvet, abiding by her false belief that it is never cleaned and […]

Aaron Sandberg A Lock of Walt Whitman’s Hair Displayed at the New York Public Library I looked for you beneath the glass and saw a white swirl like a fish being found, diving elsewhere to find me. Aaron Sandberg thinks chilaquiles is an excuse to eat nachos for breakfast and he’s on board. Find him […]

Aaron Sandberg Domestic Overnight it was safe, and we soaked all our cups, but the knives in the drying rack still pointed up. Aaron Sandberg has eaten the plums you were saving in the icebox and is not sorry about it—like not even a little bit.  

Aaron Sandberg Chance The spider trapped in my car, wherever he hid, spun sad webs even after I had brushed them away each colder morning from my warm vent and sent my window down some to give him the second chance a third and fourth time. Aaron Sandberg has eaten the plums you were saving […]

Aaron Sandberg RC Plane We flew it for only a few days on weeks when I was yours with the help of the man from the VFW after buying it from a shop for more than we could afford until my interest faded fast and it hung in the rafters— frozen in flight—for me to […]