he sat huddled in his black puffy parka
on his black plastic chair
at the bottom of the exit ramp
All articles filed in unlabeled
sometimes
sometimes the words won’t come —
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clean
i finally got my feet washed.
they were sore from a day
of running and standing still,
of impatience and veiled pride,
and i wondered, as i sat in the pew,
whether the one who washed them
would be able to smell the sweat
from my socks and shoes.
dressed for spring
midway up the hill
the neighbor’s weeping fig
is dressed for spring
a gown of bridal white blossoms
shielding leafless branches.
faucet
drip drip drip drip (is that the raindrops or the sink or my nose?)
Read Morethe harlequin chair
knit a row purl a row feel the ache in your arms as you finger chipped glass life is good going somewhere you assume wondering about endings cover letters resumes india ink and paint detective novels chocolate milk and wishing for a face the one you know never belongs to you you want to live…
Read Morefifteen from midnight
it was midnight i had dust on my eyelashes and there was paint on the floor on which i lay stomach-down and serious where does time go on holiday and why does my neck feel like i’m eighty rather than twenty when i have roommates i’ll volunteer to cook so long as they’ll wash up…
Read Morecloudspeak
what do clouds say to you as they hang loose in the sky? what do clouds make you feel as they go scudding by? if a moonlit cloud spoke aloud to you, how would you reply?
Read Moreforgive, forget, fight
yesterday afternoon i resolved to stop thinking about you because every thought made me angry and hurt but evening came with the admonition to keep doing battle for you on my knees so here i am will you forgive me for the misunderstandings and bitter feelings? i don’t have the right to judge you, especially…
Read Moreget thee behind
you’d like to see me believing your lies but i refuse it’s your business to crack and corrode the Truth that i know you author perversion never Creation you can’t ever snatch me away regardless of how much you’d like to think you can you know what? i don’t have to be bound by your…
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