Thursday, December 13, 2012

I will wade out
until my things are steeped

in burning flowers.
I will take the sun in my mouth. and
Leap into the ripe air. 

Friday, October 26, 2012

I was thinking of how you resurrected me from graying and stone corners. You breathed color into me at the park. My hand running acrost your tattooed star. Dripping between my thighs in the grass lot. 

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Antique Stud

Small stains of sweat beaded in the lines down his back. His thin, gray t-shirt was rolled at the sleeves to expose modest muscles, smooth skin. It clung in spots closest to his chest and shoulder blades. His dark hair was slicked back revealing a prominent forehead, piercing eyes, and pink, pouty lips. As she checked out at the counter, he sat behind her, she imagined his eyes boring through the backs of her calves. His thoughts about her legs swung over the antique furniture. A strand of hair falling to his face, getting caught in the corner of his mouth as he pulsed. He slouched low in his chair, taking in all her lightened glory.

He had one image of her in his mind held there by the heat of the afternoon sun. The scene was a close up, his tongue touching the sharp corners of her defined calf muscles, tiny chill bumps forming at the source. 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

It’s difficult to understand how it’s been so long. Like the thought of even trying to paint my nails a year ago, would have been painful. There was nothing shiny then. I’ve been there many, many times before; when the whole world looks gray from the inside. And you think, there’s no way she can go on.

But miraculously, she does. She picks up her glass, stows it, fills it up again, wakes up, butters toasts, pours coffee, laughs, brushes her teeth, smashes her face in a pillow, ties her shoes, steps off onto the floor, makes diner reservations and cranks her car. All of these actions work to carry on the memory of so many precious before us. Imagine the world filled with all the souls who ever walked- what a packed space! And yet we live with their energy everyday.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

For you were in my dream last night. The content of which, some might say, is inappropriate for our current relationship to hear. But nevertheless, it is here in my jawbone, urging me to tell you. I saw you from across the completely white room surrounded by young and beautiful women. Their heads were adorned with wildflowers and you were saying something succulent and exquisite. The silver strands of your hair kept getting caught in the dusty beams of sunlight jetting through the clearest glass of the windows. They blinded me.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

underpass

i was driving under
neath a ghost colored and concrete
bridge and thought about your bones,
the wide nature of your sternum; the
long and flat structure of your body, a
symmetry,

(a structure that often enters my mind
when driving under unmovable formations)

i could see how the overpass was supported
with massive round and hollow tubes, stretching
what seemed infinity for my eyes and imagined my
car stuck to the side, crawling, tire-by-tire up
the stone mass, comfort
-ably, resting on top.