eyelash wishes

Beetle on the bed post

as the sun wraps around

the house, a dress hugging

curves of the body we nested

into. Broken feet beating down

the dirt path and deer perked

up at the sounds we made.

We need nothing to do nothing;

What a comfort that is.

old

I'm aging only through these lines

Horizontal across my forehead

as if I am only always lifted brow

incredulous of all of what I see.

it's christmas

i shower in the dim

so that i can sink in-

to myself.

the party last night,

no one could know

the neon picture show,

circling skulls,

i saw on ecstacy,

twelve years ago-

when i closed

my eyes.

and if the sullen

and waif and wide-eyed

trophy housewife

can feel love,

perhaps so can i.

plump

She eats nuts, but

not potatoes. 

She dips so, both

quick and low, you

know not to go.

after the funeral

When your mom dies 

people love to come up

to tell you what she was 

to them. How she could

scoop them up and hold

them toward the clouds

or brought out the edges

of their soul and they cry

and look at you to hold

them as she did. They

even say "its not too bad,

She left us you." Sniffing,

stretching toward you,

they smell new hope but

it is just you are still baking

and when done you'll be

beyond anything she could

even imagine. You just feeding 

yourself unto yourself, 

whole on your own.

this is why i stay

No one loves me like you

the way a holiday slides

past the weekend and 

everyone holds their sides

to that story you tell loudly.

No one hold me like you

supporting my soul from

below, cradling the fallen

birds nest till it's in trees

Unharmed during the war.

No one speaks me like you

With taunt honesty, terse

as a tightrope with crowd

agasp even if the net will

catch us in the last minute.

No one sees me like you

just as the artist respites

his work seeing the toil,

sleepless nights, as well as

the joy everyone else sees.

No one knows me like you

the way you see my patterns

and cycles and predict my

future in ways I don't even 

realize till long past time.

you frolic or huddle?

Birds hiding under the bush,

But bunnies run in the rain.

He talks of suing from the

other room. As if the laws

of man touched all nature.

So I keep on in our home.