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