We all have a plane crash.The one that took our motheror a limb, a husband,solace, orsanity.What is yours?What plaguesyou? Wakes you upin the middleof a dry meetingin a cold roomand you sweat so suddenly, andremember justhow lonelyyou are.What? Is it the rainy picnicthe one that’s fun,nonetheless,until the potato saladspills, it was hisfavorite and it’s nowall over... Continue Reading →
Underneath the Cottonwood Tree In My America Autumn Wins In my America only the seasonsrun for office, and they always winwith campaigns as honestas snowflakes, as sharp aslightning, clean as a mama loon’scall, each heart-rendering notea sincere promise sure to be keptas colorful as laying beneatha Cottonwood in Octoberall complication naked, abandoned,just a couple twigs... Continue Reading →
Relapse for those addiction has left behind Side by side like cushions on the couchthey slide into each others’ angles eachothers’ next as close as lint in Levi’spockets or freckles like chapstickon each others’ lips noodles in a bowlso salty so close they are each others’exhale laugh and sigh watching theirshows at night she absorbs... Continue Reading →
random lines of recent journals, dropped, gathered, and restrunglike pearls or knuckles or green light bulbs in the chandelier pt II dream of head on collisionswake with a start on impactbreathless and gratefulslash piles like pimples dot the slopes and meadowstrails snake along the mounds left there to meander and dwindlemelt underneath a boulder or... Continue Reading →
An orange skull, relentless, conversationalalmost, watches me each morning, its chinon the neighbor’s roof, its silhouette perfectin the pear and pomegranate leaves, vacuouseyes staring as if to threaten the sun to rise.Boneman will be reshaped or disappearedif the already-hot dawn breeze kicks up a bitbut it won’t, the hector shade of peach is allbut guaranteed... Continue Reading →
To Sharon Olds and Pablo Neruda (RIP): Thank you for making odes amazing She lives inside me still, after all these yearsas quiet as a drop of blood sliding down a swollencanal. She wasn’t always so noiseless, so white, she waslush and screaming vermillion like a flycatcher caughtin a uterus. She’d stain anything that happy,... Continue Reading →
I Am a Lithium Atom Always on the verge of instability, unreliability my isotopes embrace energetically although it is with low bindability. No wonder I can’t keep a man forever. They hover around me like my electrons hitching a fast ride to the furthest flight out. They play the shell game with my unstable heart.... Continue Reading →
If the world was my child, fitful and sick in bed I’d put my cool hand gently on your warm forehead I’d offer you a little toast, some chamomile tea I’d ask you what story you wanted me to read If ugly fever dreams startled you and made you so afraid I’d hurry to your... Continue Reading →
No. 1* Online Dating at 60? She watches the javelina’s nose breathe against the glass puffs of steam like cotton batting as if the black snouted beast had every intention of staying through sunrise right there beside her abelia. Her ballerina legs tendu with just a trace of leftover length, of grace like pink tights... Continue Reading →
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. Remember? I will sift the flour... Continue Reading →
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