I do find it rather funny how quick one can forget
Something that felt oh so important.
The first day of school.
The score of a football game.
The sound of her voice.

Her melodies no longer play through my mind
My ears no longer perk up like a dog to the thought of her words.
I can’t hear her anymore.
And I can’t decide which side of the coin I’d rather be looking at.

An envelope with my name on it
Sits on my doorstep
Like a present from god.
Or the government.

Either way, my name rests painfully still
On a snow white slip.
Reminding me I am still alive.

The light of god in an old shoe.

An angel in a pool of milk.

A man with glass eyes sleeps on a tractor tire.
Longing for the creed in a burning bush,
and clutching a sandwich bag filled with lemonade
that he can never seem to throw far enough away.

Black walls in a clear room.
The contents of a snow globe litter the carpet.
Plastic snow and a single reindeer
Unsheathed.
With nothing but shards of glass
And a rams horn
Left to chip the paint.

a january's chill made her breath spring out like steam from a kettle.
she faltered through the crag
with only the ring of a church bell
and the caw of a raven to sway her mind from the numbing cold
that swallowed her ears, and cemented her eyes
in a fairy tale that could only pick the grey from the rainbow.
a band aid over a calloused hand, placed some lavender on my castle walls.
i would have brought roses, she said.
but i waited too long.
a lone dilatory tear hit stone and to her surprise the earth did not crumble.