Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Without Words

as so often I am
my hands scritching at the pen
my lips twitching at the mouth
but words are scarce
and meaning more so
in the face of so much

Thursday, October 18, 2012


I can't give in
you know?
Even though it draws my gaze
ever so poetically
to the window.

To invest the sparsely collected earnings
from my tired errand
on a dress so fiercely pinned to the mannequin
would unravel my eyes
and there is no seamstress left
to reward my hem with a thimble.

I tried to tear it free once
maybe more
but all I succeeded in doing
was misshape a garment that was lovely
before my greed
and leave my heart-stain
spattered between the two of us.

In the dressing room
one beautiful autumn evening
I slipped in on
felt it collect in my folds
as if the fabric were I,
but I never got to take it home.

I suppose there was a theft I could have made
but we know
all us women know
the mirror is tweaked towards flattery
and the lighting is complimentary.
The living room mirror
is the true test...
that dance we do before it
for however long it takes to know
the dress fits like a glove.

I effort now
towards a circuitous route
that takes me past the dairy, the laundromat
the Rexall, and the 5&Dime.
But every now and then
I wind up on Third Avenue
my breath against the glass of that dress.

Friday, September 28, 2012


Do you ever wonder what we would be
if your life hadn't choked you...
leashed your neck in a way you felt was irreversible?

Would we be lying cheek to cheek
hands locked and laced
while our desires ran the race track

Would we have pummeled each other bloody,
to either beat a hasty retreat
or realized we were both vampires?

Would we be amazed at the level of intimacy achieved
or disgusted by the fantasy we created
only to find it as unrealistic as Hugh and his bunnies?

I guess we will never know.

That's the part the destroys me
or doesn't...
even that,
having no accessible score.

Just conjecture.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Premature Offering

Why do I miss you so much
when the sun is filtering through
grape vines that we used to dance through
as if we were flesh?

Why did you offer yourself up
as the lamb
to all my sacrifice?
Why did I?
We were so blemished.

I ran the vines tonight in my shoeless feet
and the dirt was softer than sand
so much so
I floated on it. I swear I did!
The moon rose, and the sun set
simultaneously! It was beautiful.
At least it would have been
if you had seen it.

That woman from across the continent...
she should have been you
but she wasn't
so she sang your heart instead
and it came to me on a westward wind.

I felt you
sort of.
I wanted your arms.
I needed them more.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Behind The Curtain

I think that’s what you did.
You pulled back the curtain and I saw the next layer
maybe the universe beyond that.

Was it you or I, believing
that I could draw the drape,
shut my eyes
and not feel my hearts wanderlust?

Such is a futile exercise
I have engaged like an occupation.
At first I was glad for the job.
Something to do. If there is a doing thing
then there is an undoing possible,
an erasure of the new errand
my soul convulses with.

I was fascinated.
You were delightful
and I sometimes wonder if I shall wake
knowing it the concoction of a dream.
But my dreams die quickly in the morning light
and this has been a slow death,
returning with the lunar consistency
of the living dead.

I am the watch tower
that waits within the definition of insanity
and when the immortal appears
I feel sane.

Friday, May 11, 2012

An Incoming Moment

I recognized the look
two wool coats
scratching backs in the foxhole,
her ringless hands around the barrel of her want
your eyes scanning for incoming hurts.

I waved goodbye without touch
a casual passerby within a marriage
and wondered what it meant
to see this woman fighting wars with my husband.

Thursday, April 12, 2012


I wrote this down
to digest later, in incremental pills of nutrition or arsenic.

I know not which
or in what order
or if I shall outlive either one.