Wednesday, October 31, 2007
(title currently forgotten)
my heart rises, unbidden,
and trembles, a snowflake,
at the corner of my mouth.
I will not let it drop
into a moment suddenly suspended,
a white moth fluttering in the space between words
awaiting return.
Instead, when you look away distracted
I lean over and smooth your rumpled collar.
bitter haikus 2
our collarbones, hearts yielding
soft pounding pillows.
Sheltered in my arms,
called home my mind and marrow,
now you are cast out.
My best poems were
written for, wasted on you.
I don't want you back.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
105 E. 4th
half a hundred times a month?
Striding across the porch where we ate burgers,
beneath the slanted roof where we lay and watched a lightning storm.
One-two hips swing, three-four knees fling, carrying me
into the clear darkness,
Careening to a waiting car,
chasing jubilant into cold downpours,
drifting down the evenings when the starlings chatter
and sunset burns the leaves yellow.
Leaving
fucked up at five a.m. (dizzy with smoke)
vodka drunk at two or three.
Pissed, glad, walking tired,
barefoot, booted, swaying back together or
alone,
always alone on Mondays,
turned away from your screen door,
threading these sidewalks home
beneath a full moon, half moon, stark starry sky.
How often I have clattered down those four rickety stairs
and out across town:
one thousand steps from my doorway to yours.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
bitter haikus!
in so long I forgot why
I loved you at all.
His hands stroked my hips,
nerves sang, my body betrayed
me, just like you did.
You never made me
feel beautiful, not once or
twice in all that time.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Place
is the same moon that was shining above the clock tower,
criss-crossed by cable-car wires,
a silent catechism in that coastal city.
Since then I have seen Orion's star feet
skimmed by an airplane's wing.
He stood for a second on the fleeting stage
and passed into the west.
Here the bright bulb is filtered all by falling leaves,
pine needles, storm windows.
It is not the same.
It rolls against the corner of my eye
like a marble on a slanted floor.
Self-Sufficiency
apply, interview, qualify,
pay rent, vote, laugh,
open doors, vacuum floors,
wash windows, carry groceries,
fix a car, open jars...
Sometimes at night
I tuck
a strand of hair behind my ear
and wish
someone would do it for me.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Farmer's Wife
to the slip-slip
of fabric over his skin: undershirt, buttons, jangling belt.
Six a.m. he dresses in the dark, leaving the blankets warm.
His smile a porcelain mug - thick white full of early morning coffee.
Tonight we will dance beneath that bare light bulb.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Winter Awake
It was not a May-time explosion of dandelion petals,
hummingbird kisses,
a beginning and an end.
It was the taste of ginger on the tongue,
lovely and true,
burning away November wind,
a thesis statement
proving what could have lain dormant all winter:
black water beneath thick ice.
Scalding and brief,
a sudden branch through spinning spokes,
an embrace like
falling into bed.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Alecto's X
You do not believe I am not still in love--
Every once in a while I cannot resist
reminding you just how comfortably I fit
between your arm and side.
After all, hell hath
no fury.
Friday, October 5, 2007
back yard
feel evening settle over me.
I want to accidentally touch you,
and when you look at me
I want to kiss you
and for you to put your arms around me.
The Best Part
The best part of having friends, he said,
is how they notice when you take too much
but don’t mention it.
The taste of
of how I did not begrudge him that extra bite,
though we were sharing one between us,
and of how we had crept through damp alleys
past dumpsters and growling semis
just to buy that apple,
sticky, crisp and sweet.
Later, quarter to six in the morning,
we paused beneath a pale streetlight.
Hair tangled, nose running, rainwater and
smearing my face. He looked at me, I saw
a strange look pass over him
and he said I was beautiful.
Monday, October 1, 2007
beyond midnight
and rusty playground chains
ivory light on yellow leaves
fallen, falling.
The long scarf of a windy night
howls victorious through skeins of fog.
Howls victorious!
windy night!
full white moon!
If ever there was a time for werewolves...