--THAT’S
HOW IT ALWAYS IS; THERE’S ONE MORE PEANUT BUTTER LEFT
…Today
was a good day.
It
started off with two rejections, but then I got three poems excepted. As you know, it’s been a while since anyone’s
taken my poems.
I got
asked to do a podcast question and answer session which will take place
December 9th.
And I
had these pieces up:
Plus I
wrote more poems. (I always like the
newest poems I’ve written better than the ones that came before):
Silence
Is A Yes
Today
I apprentice in a tunnel so dark
I
can only feel the rats
Scurry
across my feet
You
told me silence is a yes
But
I didn’t believe you
In
Paris we counted blue cars
And
pigeons liked your perfume
Your
mother hated me
But
she still called
To
give me the news
So
I apprentice in a sink hole
So
quiet I can hear the tree roots whisper
“He
must have really loved her.”
Baby
I Missed You
You’ve
been gone a while
So
likely we’ll have sex tonight
Lots
of extra body fluids spilled
Some
good old fashioned bed shaking
It’s
always the same after you’ve been away—
Your
need for a naked toy
But
all I really want is
Your
mouth in my ear
Saying
Baby I missed you
Just
you not your body
Every
Single Piece
I
am giving away pieces of myself outside
A
bus terminal when an old woman
Asks,
Do you know how dangerous that is?
The
birds peck out my eyes for free
A
cabbie collects my baguette legs like a
Parisian
baker on the run
No
one wants my ears—too big!
A
homeless man dips my fingers in a jar of hot mustard
Before
nibbling on the knuckles
Last
to go is—you guessed it—
My
heart
Black
as night
Blood
pooling in your palms
Homewrecker
You
were the snag
In
my marriage
A
wind gust taking down trees
A
gaping hole in an already sinking boat
The
walls had ears
Our
friends and families
Lined
up their blades biases
But
nothing is seamless
Even
eagles struggle in storms
A
sleeping otter might let go of its mate’s paw
Tomorrow
might rule out the sun entirely
Or
hand you a new set of keys
In
between the hot stones of indecision
You
were the only thread to cling to
But
the unraveling was all mine
Quiet
Monsters
There
is split in your lip that wasn’t there before
And
you are trying to hide
Inside
a bathrobe with the collar turned up
When
breakfast wasn’t made I knew
It’s
always the same signs
The
nervous finger tap-tap-taping
The
same far off staring
Maybe
you’re thinking about regrets
Or
when you were a little girl feeling happy for once
He’s
a quiet monster
With
knuckles that are always shiny and unmarked
When
he comes to the table I look at the
Black
and white wedding photo of you two
A
couple of kids smiling, beaming really
You’ve
been a good mother but I need a woman
Who
can show me strength
Show
me how to fall into the right arms
Or
else fight back
Now
you flinch
When
Dad flicks the newspaper open
The
cat has long ago left
And
tonight, after school,
I’ll
have done the same
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