My Favorite Place
Wind, paper, light
small sharp body heating the
cool cotton cocoon of us.
Alone together with the words.
Softly
That voice
Steals quietly up my spine
And curls itself around my heart
A purring kitten
And all I can remember are the claws
Shadow Self
My shadow self
wears a dark gray trench coat
and a brown fedora
Walks directly into the sun
towards on-coming traffic
Confident in her invisiblity
Memento Mori
Death is a warm ocean
And I will not fight it
This body is a vessel
And I will leave it
Time is an illusion
And I will not believe it
A scar can hide a secret
And also reveal it
While You Were Out
“Tell us when you’re asleep”
he whispers
Hearing no answer
he gives us a nod
And we descend like vultures
on a still, warm body
The Smell of Art
Hands.
And sweat.
Tears and the floor of a public restroom.
Chalk, ink and cold take-out Chinese.
Liar
The fanged spider of rage
sneaks up her back,
tickling like a naughty lover,
and whispers in her ear
“Trust me.”
And she does.
On Spring and Silence
Light lingers past dinner
The vacation we took
Just the three of us
He did not come
I did not ask why
Sail Away
For the next little while
don’t look for me
I will be hidden on the edges
and I will be my own secret
Comfort
Her grief was a cotton filled box
and she
curled up tight
fit perfectly
In The End
I will make peace
with the permanence of change
I will say goodbye
to everything
On Call
A place of small horrors
And many quiet deaths
All I want to take with me
Is what was mine when I first came