if I could have loved you more in life

If I could kiss the scar on your foot,

Rainbow-arched, I would cry with joy

and wash your face in my hands

with the rain of my tears, and peer

into your eyes one last time.

It's a rain you haven't felt in years,

just the daisies on your grave.

If I could kiss your feet, I'd feel complete.

domestica

Spine pops

floor creaks

when 

sun dust

winks hello.

Groan, home, groan.

hide in the car

Branches and leaves sway

in the wind as a green plastic skirt

hula bobble dancer on a dashboard

just like her, the trees are always

smiling warm, eyes locked, pinched cheeks.

Fold into the sun, basked in hot car,

rolled up windows, open pores,

sink in the seat and take in the stale air,

a sweetest holy space, easy flair.

  

artificial southern belle

Bugs on the ceiling

or am I tripping over

my feet, my thoughts,

like how can you have such strong opinions,

when our bodies and lives so fragile?

You, just a little lady, pushing around her weight,

penny pounds, rule your kingdom,

even smaller and weaker than you.

Waver another anxious burst out loud

for us all to hear what we see, we knew,

You just reflect and repeat that which isn't yours,

It's the men you claim to love and their elusive 

power which fades faster in the sun

like fake flowers and the opposite of joy.

summer dancers

The shining sun

it's sweet heat

punctuates

the side walk art

dogs walking

owners, stretched

necks, sniffing distance,

and thick bodies

reflecting off

our pizza and gelato

bellies.

Dark descends

in an audience 

we, hushed quiet,

feeling together

sticky hands,

sticky floor,

to ballet, feet

beating circles

around us.

Circle in

close.