You built me, years ago
And in a fit of tears what began as a question, an act of creation and letting go
became a
celebration of the unknown.
I was born from an idle whistle,
as the doe walked by the picture window,
as the kettle screamed
imagined rhymes and futures drifted on by her,
like knees knocking on the swing set, hair that stands straight out, cheeks flushed in the rain.
Now we sit at the kitchen table
like it's the simplest act in the world,
to love
to have given life
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
breathed
through the slit of her mouth
where dandelions smiled
begging to be
uprooted, undone
in a cosmic sigh across this endless leaf, the Wind she
turned her back to us
what felt like a yawn across a fatal gorge
and down below, the tremble of her core
lifting up our dreams in outstretched fists
of flower dust, from a time before
we..
close our eyes in unison
breathe out
the tune of our birth,
which our mothers' hummed in their sleep, our being
only imagined
in their unfathomed dreams
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
I, a blue jay, circle your driveway
And you, a child beneath my
Calculated swooping wings, stare emptily.
And I, the
Net you peek between
Sweaty fingers, chain link fence
A vehicle of crass but fated feelings-
Your follow-through
Your thoroughfare
Take it: the ball, the eyes, the roaring noise.
Inquisitive yet silent
Such balance becomes our solemn dance
Of hunter and the prey.
I sing to you in looks and hums
And hand on belly you
Eat me up.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
it seeps
under my fingernails into skin
doused in clean! the filth is killed!
then I spit at it.
Demands:
caress my brow in a palm, any warm pocket of flesh
a grandmother’s *****
the spine of a leaf
my dog’s velvet-soft triangle-shaped ear
anything that will let my grief get some rest
sorrow is heavy trash bag to haul
find me a bellhop or a sidewalk construction man
something with biceps and a hardened face. someone who can clean **** up.
please,
sweep
these shards could maim a bystander
why force one to bleed such an unnecessary truth
wouldn't want to wreck these shiny floors
better to keep it hid, better tighten my lips around it
I mean,
how do -you- feel under these fluorescent lights?
who is studying who?
I understand now my circus of an existence was born
in a tight space
between the exhausted description of my histories
-the official ones- and
these secrets,
the juicy stuff
encrypted in me
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
oh,
how the seashell
screamed so faintly in my swollen, pinkened ear
labored from listening
mama's face open,
all lit up
and how she whispered "it's the water,
she's calling you
home"
and I
turned on my heel
fell into myself
my little face, stone-cold
and the sea
oh,
she got me
quite figured out
the lurch in my stomach
was her, and her
millions of
droplets
of doubt
we stopped the car at the ocean
and you all jumped right in
and I
hung back-
frightened
of the black, crashing abyss
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
mouth gaping and open
beneath this once-trundled bridge
the southern crust met the northern
lips
connected by water in which
trouts dance and
ladders rot
we search for our reflections in the
dead of night
seeking a something
we cannot find on either side
wondering
who will swallow us whole,
the water or
ourselves
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC