the cat is honest
and wants attention
when she wants it
and you can just wait
if she’s not ready
Tag: poem
Poem 20151014
the buzzing of bees
lures you to the
flowers
where they hover
and ignore you
they know what they’re after
like the butterflies
know
both
so different from the wasps
that you spray
whenever a paper nest
appears
what do they want?
except to sting
and build
and swarm around their
paper houses
Poem 20151013
everything sings
the glass when you
flick the edge with your
finger, a transference
of kinetic energy
the horn of the car
laid on hard by the
irate driver who
doesn’t want to share
a lane
the ringing of the phone
as you wait for her to
pick up
the angels as they
try to stuff your soul
back into your body
because you are leaving
too soon
leaving
your soul sings
as you leave
Poem 20151012
the sheets are too hot
and laying on top
too cold with the air on
and the cat where my legs
should be turns me like
a snake–two a.m.
for thirty minutes and an hour
the sheets go on and go off
and the cat barely moves
and finally i move my head
to the foot of the bed
and curl around the cat
as if in worship
which she appreciates
and feel sleep descend at last
Poem 20151011
the toddler emerges from the bathroom
shirtless, laughing and throwing
her arms over her head
while her very pregnant
about to give birth right here
right now
mother chases after her laughing
calling her name
and her dad convinces her to put on
a tank top
even though she insists
‘too hot! too hot!”
giggling the entire time
Poem 20151010
longing for rain
for any sign that
this heat
–this shimmering wave
that grows up like
a wall between me
and you–
any sign that this
heat is going to melt
anytime soon
evaporate with the first
cool drops of an autumn
shower that beads on our skin
thousands of glass baubles
or translucent eyes
seeing what we can’t
Poem 20151009
hot sun and no gulls
the ocean roars and exhales
–a little breeze
Poem 20151008
word after word is the
word is the only
after word the only way to
word after
get everything down
word after word after that
sticks in your throat like
word after like
word after a bad simile
that sorta kinda
word after after after
word word works
Poem 20151007
it scurries through grass
and faster than the eye
can track
it is gone
down into the ditch
over a wall
along the fence
you catch it only
when it pauses to feed
displacing birds
and gnawing at thistle
you move
and it disappears
again
a streak of gray
and wrinkled
pink
tail
Poem 20151006
you have to keep it wet
the clay
or you’re going to lose it
the surface dries like leather
it won’t respond to your touch
won’t move under your fingers
without moisture
it ceases to be alive
and no amount of prodding or scraping
will open those half-closed eyes
or part those supple lips