I'll never forget the day I met my Macy cat.But a little kitten she was.An outcast amongst her feline siblings.Like me amongst my social peers.She was a bit scrawny and a bit odd looking too.Then and there I knew we were pals.Shy and timid like me.My Macy cat knows all about me.She probably knows more than her human counterparts.My best friend through thick and thin.My Macy cat is always there for me.All my secrets she will keep.When I'm sick she will never leave my side.She listens to me when I talk.She cheers me up when I am down.Why have a dog when I can have my Macy cat.

She stood in the storm
her hair tangling around
her thin shoulders,

her frail frame
shaking in hard sobs
as she tried to hold together

the storm of her heart
breaking from yet another
incorrigible leap of faith.

Hoping this time
it would be different,
that he’d stay

but hope was for children
and she had lost her youth
much too long ago.

Potential
Talks of the future
Turning into expectations
Turning into reality
Reality tugs at me like no other
Relentlessly pulling
Stretching me to thin ice
Just waiting to be broken
By what?
Test scores?
Shots made?
By your long awaited future
Future filled by preparation
In reality all thats possessed is hope
For this ****** potential to come through

That ******* the corner,
she used to have dreams.
Now she only has deadlines.

Eating is hard.
Not eating is hard.
It’s hard to be hungry,
and it’s even harder to be full.
It’s hard to say yes to food,
and to say no.
It’s hard to eat foods you know you shouldn't,
and not eat foods you know you should.
It’s hard to stare down a full plate and think,
“How am I supposed to do this?”
and it’s hard to stare down an empty one thinking,
“What have I done?”
Food is hard to deal with,
once you make it a situation
rather than a necessity.
Breakfast is hard,
lunch is harder,
and dinner is the hardest.
But maybe looking in the mirror is the hardest of all.

that trendy ******(e) addiction
becomes you- and your fiction

goes well with the pale
-skinned thin western booted
blue-eyed shooter
riding sidesaddle
on your scooter

does she kiss like me
and bring you coffee?

i could lay you both down
in the in-betweens
and make heaven-

til hell is heavy as a monday
track day in albuquerque
while she sells your jewelry
in sante fe where it's trendy

-i'll be waiting
on the blue mesa.

r ~  9/19/14