The winter is slowly killing her
and me
but on the deck by her side
at the low tide
the river at three is a sparkling glass
feeding a belief
there would be no end of us.

"Here," I said, "it's on this end."

She frowned. "I'm sorry," said she, "I can't reach it."

I could see that she needed me to turn it. "Better?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "it has scanned at the clearance price of five dollars."

I was relieved, as this was the last wooden flag pole that Lowe's had.

im sort of just lingering
in my own mind right now.
i think about
calling the phone
and bakeracting myself
to the bathroom.
its a small apartment.
i have nowhere else to go.

if my front yard
is a street
then im a car farmer.

i found my way in somehow.
let me out.

a table of mannequins
enjoying a bowl
of plastic fruit.

with their glass eye,
watching the fake flowers grow.

i walk in the room,
in the fashion of skin,
starving for beauty,
and am reminded
     of why i was
     excommunicated.

Yesterday, was Holy.
Celestial greetings bid,
Sacred Plan proposed,
Divine Kingdom promised!

Truth or fancy?
My womb flutters…
Truth!

Today, Mother’s tears are endless,
Father’s eyes dismiss me,
And oh, my love, my Joseph
recoils from my touch!

Tomorrow, I leave home
for other plans have been made.

*Whose plan now shall I follow?