just ribbing you he said obviously the jokes on you 24 there 24 here she said she said she said
i knew it was going to be an iffy gig when my boss told me to get my feet off my desk; when i pointed to the men in the newsroom scuffing their heels on the tops of their own, he said he wasn’t talking about them he was talking about me acting like a … Continue reading liberal journalism
he poured my coffee today, lukewarm. last time i saw him you were a roll-of-quarters-a-day kind of girl; he gave me a dingy look — your dirty laundry, aired, stuck to him, squeaking like a dime store shoe on embarrassed linoleum. clear now: you paid your therapist in lint.
the sound of a rusty porch swing a comfortable irritation i took out my whittling knife and cut off the last remaining bits culpable of holding you my fingerprints now different than the ones that did the touching all evidence removed scraped away the bark left the bite
she was the kind of girl who would ask for an umbrella after standing in a downpour for days
you are at the mouth of the very beginning of all that is green or brown rooted or traveling dusted with fragments of life scattered and lost a mother yells at her kids to come inside for dinner but the sounds are lost on the wind broken up into letters writing words along the prairie … Continue reading standing in the wind on the prairie
we found skeletons in the excavation in the loose gravel of our foundation underneath it all was bedrock before we hit rock bottom we hammered through cement to build a new house dug out to dig in we got hammered on rolling rock we built a rock garden listened to that rock star that was … Continue reading cycle
for nancy on her birthday bones like roads, the maps of us; notched by the places we have stood, where knees have knocked, trembled, given out kneeled in prayer, risen up; when in the end, the kneeling doesn't always match the ringing in your chest, when you stand your ground, when the wind around you … Continue reading twice her share
every time i try to write a poem about you, the words come out as lead.
i know you’re not a lesbian anymore, but does your boyfriend know he looks like me?