my body
is a cry for
help
with hands
as full as
weekly plans
with eyes like
waterfall
in a summer
with mouth as
hopeful as
sunrise
in the rain
empty the
eye sockets
pour the
world into
them - the lover
of surfaces,
masks - the hiding
place

my fingers are innocent
my palms radical
you, take my hand
like the best of teachers

i waited & waited
until i
can feel my teeth
again

my teeth against
fried salmon skin
my teeth in emphasis:
fish oil, omega-3 fatty acid

my teeth babysit
tongue, throat, body:
conjoined triplet & i
waited & waited

until i
can
feel my stomach

again:
it isn't cold
warm even

I'm flippant with
My fictional facts;
Patching words
Like a coverlet,
Designed with loom and needle.
I've stitched the lines,
Woven the words
To make them more credible.
But it's only a poem
To strike at the bone,
A source of strength
Who's vigor's unknown.
A garment to wear
With invisible seams:
Wrap it 'round you
If you choose to dream.

A scurry of munks
Are eating my garden;
To you they're cute,
But my heart's hardened.
They chirp at the trough
Of my labored crop;
Like double-dippers
They pouch and they run,
They sound like they're laughing,
Like they're having some fun.
I curse and complain,
But the munks keep returning,
Like a recurring refrain
Of free loaders and hoarders.
Should I feel such disdain?
After some thought,
We're much the same.

You're ice
I'm fire
You're casual
I'm all or nothing
You're modern
I'm old fashioned
You're an attention seeker
I don't need validation
You're mainstream
I hide underground
You're lighthearted and airy
I'm the epitome of darkness

She had a soul, one that made her feel free. She had a soul, one that made her feel like a beautiful rose flowering. She had a soul, that made her smile so bright. She had a soul, even through all the hatred and treachery. She had a soul, one that no matter how much the world tried to break her she still stood tall. She had a soul, a soul that would carry on for centuries, bouncing and changing from person to person. She had a soul, that only certain people with certain hearts get to feel. She had a soul, one that only a few people in a lifetime get to have. She had a soul, a soul that would be carried on to only ONE of her grandchildren because it is so rare to be able to see the beauty of a dark world before her. She had a soul, a gypsy soul I might add. It is rare and beautiful. It is dark and mysterious. It is wild and adventurous. It is kindhearted and colorful. It is................Me. I have a gypsy soul. I am a gypsy soul. One like no other that cannot be copied or duplicated. One that speaks and acts on freedom, beauty, truth, and love.

gentle air, so soft
every move makes
a mark, hidden

from the sight
rare darkness
silence-enveloped

house, a distinction
sound, each wave
is moon-pulled