The soil remembers
each flower that bloomed
and died upon it,
each drop of blood,
each insect,
each fruit,
and carries these beloved ghosts
within it,
waiting for new life.

when I popped the top
a burp of root beer
floated
pure caramel sass
then
time peeled backward
and followed
that first deliberate sip
to an exotic land
my small hands
reached  for the  treat
spread out before me
a cheeseburger in the desert
with the bottle next to it
just as brown
to wash it all down

drunk
way too late
and I knew it
Caffeine
holds me hostage
deep into the wee hours
of the morn
life stories parade
through my mind
with a vengeance
sleep creeps slyly away
hidden
in layers of tangled hot sheets
regrets laced with
fears
bunch up my pillows
he snores next to me
almost rhythmically
it’s ok
at least someone
in this bed
is catching a few winks

Her hair was golden
and she blew beauty
out of the water
and I met Her alone
somewhere,
some place,
who knows?
But I fell like a dove
with clipped
wings, into
the expanse of Her.

Let me drown.

Sometimes I feel
I should be dead.
The fact that everyone hates me
is still in my head.

Sometimes I feel
I should just live.
Ignore the hatred
in me, I should believe.

Sometimes I feel
I should not write.
Hatred in comments
it does not feel alright.

Sometimes I feel
I should just write.
Ignore the hatred
I can win this fight.