Losing Teeth

No. 15 Will a pulled tooth return as a phantom? Like a leg or an arm is said to do? Will there be a ghost in my mouth? Will it bite the hygienist's finger next time she goes in to probe. "Gotcha!" She'll pull away holding up a sore finger wondering what happened. I'll feel... Continue Reading →

I Can Only Bake Bread

I Can Only Bake Bread for him so I will warm the kitchen perfectly for proofing like old lovers who know the best place for rising. I will wear my red sundress in my humid kitchen it fits as if I was a girl hungry and wild baking bread in her humid kitchen. Remember? I... Continue Reading →

June

I crave the sunset these days the squawking of blue jays who visit after hazy heat dips into the drawer of tomorrow leaving us to wonder what she’ll find there Those silvery chatterboxes get it all off their chests in the cooler air 'who’s got the seed? where’s that cat? where's this? where's that?' sore... Continue Reading →

Measure Me

Measure Me (From scraps on the dash board.) Measure me with pie with hands like a horse with a protractor circle me with the absence of approval point me in the direction of next or blueberries Measure me with poetry published or piled like primrose opening only at night patient in the darkness drawing goddesses... Continue Reading →

I See You

I See You Sitting atop the wobbly table afraid of the shadows that don’t leave after the angry door said it again those words frozen in the slam fashioned like a cartoon balloon with expletives and small cold birds they hover above the jam shivering you say into the leftover darkness “But it’s never ‘for... Continue Reading →

Only One Place

Only One Place Not in our bed on a cool morning where I watched the gentle rise of your chest slow and in time to the dreams you never remembered where you always asked for mine could recall each one and match it to a crease on my face or curve of my hip Not... Continue Reading →

Soup Is Truth

  Soup is truth. Soup is simple. Soup is not pot roast. Or scrambled eggs. Soup is honest. Soup keeps our oldest stories. Sings them in the choir. Soup has an open mind. Soup does not mind all the leftovers in the fridge. Soup loves all things fresh from the garden. Kill the bugs first,... Continue Reading →

Tax Season Surprise

Eat Taxes for Dinner Ten years of 1040s nibbled by the tiniest of tiny teeth like zippers that traveled back and forth across the top of my marital status my earnings, my dependents, my citizenry and found home. My cold cabinet in the gray garage made warm in even the harshest of mountain winters by pipsqueaks who... Continue Reading →

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