Valentine’s Day I love this face This face, this face The space it takes When pressed so close To mine The crinkled corners Of kind blue eyes The deepened grooves That earn another year today I love the way it takes me in The tam o’ shanter Silly grin That makes me laugh (At stupid …
In my dream a small child plays peek-a-boo in a crib under the broad leaves of a banana tree swaying delight she reaches for the handsome young man who is laughing – white teeth under a flower I am there too suspended in this photograph of my grief alone without memory of her suffocating like …
I am not claustrophobic yet cannot imagine swimming in a fishbowl while big moon faces peer in, gigantic shapes that block the sun with their useless gaping mouths sucking oxygen from the room, stubby fingers tapping ripples through the glass. I wanted to make life better (for a while) and save your tiny world with …
I tell my clients On bad days Don’t worry it’s A maintenance day, Tread water And try to stay afloat Or ride the wave You cannot fight, Do just enough To get through And no more. But — What do I tell myself On bad days?
They said two boxeswould be enoughto transport thirty years ofagenda books,exercise programs,andthank you cardsfrom people who have since died. I took three insteadout of respectfor the dead.
My head hurtsAs I straighten myMisshapen sofaLumpy, bumpyDeformed PermanentlyPressedBy the weightOf bodies andLifeThe heavinessOf stinkingThinkingMinds.
Marry me, He said To the Princess Bride I will always come for you, But one day he didn’t So she started reading Horror genre instead. Marry me, Said the first boy She ever touched down there I will love you forever, ‘Till he cheated on her With a true love He didn’t marry either. …
He died on New Year’s DayMy friendI’d known himHalf his lifeIn fits and spurtsAnd stops and startsAnd ages in betweenLong beforeHe lost his legsI knew him when he ranWhile I stood stillAnd watched him fadeTill he came back againWhen illnessTook some more of himI could have stayed but leftAnd never said goodbye to himWhich I …
‘Tween moon glow And the dawning I waken to a light on His eyes on me They shine on The love for him They see.
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