darting to from
her eyes wide in low light –
she watches
the invisibles
murmurs with
their path back and forth
across the ceiling
watches
until the invisibles
disappear, drops her head
goes to sleep.
i say goodbye
again.
Sending poetry to the world
darting to from
her eyes wide in low light –
she watches
the invisibles
murmurs with
their path back and forth
across the ceiling
watches
until the invisibles
disappear, drops her head
goes to sleep.
i say goodbye
again.
it seems i summoned
the devil and oh how he
gently holds my hand.
it is time
to put away
the ache.
time to
make him dinner
and care about things
we women must —
it is time to
smile from somewhere
far away,
to carry the child
and leave not a hair
settled out of place.
before I left work
the temperature dropped
a good twenty degrees
in a fit and frenzy of a storm.
one hand smiled content in
a pocket while
the other called “home”
on speed dial.
walking, kicking leaves
blown down nonchalant
restless corners
yellow brown and dying
my mom talked about Christmas
and I talked about my cat
and with a “say hi to dad”
I hung up.
doll face leathered brown
with rosy streaks of blush
so jarring
yet
as she holds her coffee
absent hand to smooth hair
pulled back
harsh
i hear her say to me –
fifteen years on the street
and in january
maybe
she smiles, sips,
feeling warm.
you will hang up the phone
without saying
i love you.
and while you’ll not feel it,
one day your bones
will be dust.
she shook him hard in his blankets
“i was dreaming –
i saw you drown”
she breathed hard, continued,
“the haze blurred
our overgrown backyard
the humidity oppressing
the few purple wildflowers and
the strange cat beneath the willow
we walked to the river.
you yelled for a swim but i couldn’t–
leaving fast for the fire
burning our old family photographs
our memories, our life,
so i blew out the flames and
i … i couldn’t see you
the sky was thundering dark
the waves devoured the shore
it was then i saw your eyes
you didn’t smile as you sank –
i was trapped on the shore – then i woke.
i… i had to tell you.”
she took a deep breath, waiting
but he had rolled over
snoring waves beneath ripples of
a blue-green quilt.
[circa 2002, maybe]
visionary sees
nothing, a blank canvas. tell
more my prescient child —
please.
hound dogs and bloody
marys. red riding coats verse
an elusive fox.
where darkness
leads a whiskey shot
with no chaser
claw the burn and the dizzy
where alone
with moans of an E minor
strokes my thin camisole
that dews see through with sweat
even the moon
is submissive on a Tuesday
settles for the blackout
spills out ‘cross the street
where the devil says
i am your sweet tooth baby
i am your lizard king
waste your days, feel whole again —
that’s
where
I
wait.