Saturday, March 30, 2013

spring lament

this spring is like that man in the white
shirt
radiating heat even from his thumbs
standing so close we steal each other's air
a wedding band glaring on his finger

the air is overstuffed with white
blossoms
oversweet
just as my head feels too full of words
and there's a rawness in my chest a hope
mixed with resignation
that this will be my final chance
for poetry and...

winter was easier in some respects
watching the branches bare
in too much pain to feel desire
shivered in an empty tub

spring--like the words "my marriage is trying
to find a graceful way to die"
making me realize there's still a thing
that beats in there
and also wishing
thump-thump-thump
i had never learned this fact






Monday, March 18, 2013

cruel mouth

well you had a cruel mouth and i should have paid attention
when my son said he didn't like your picture
i was glad you shared his birth sign
but my interest in astrology could be part of why you checked me off your list

i kept myself from scaring you away
with poetry, even ate a little dairy
but somehow didn't measure up

i wonder when you made the call
was it at dinner, when i ordered sparkling wine
or said not that many movies make me laugh
maybe it was about my wounded eye

you mentioned jennifer
lawrence twice
in the two times that me met
as if that bit information would reveal something true about your soul
perhaps it did
but i tried to see it as revealing something about me
the insecurities
that needed to be managed

i knew that i was up to this task
and looked forward to another dinner
where i strayed from my vegan diet, listened to you rhapsodize on starlets
and waited to be kissed

cruel mouths can kiss
they just can't speak
the things i want to hear

but my hands can type
letters you will never read