showers at the ymca

Chamomile drops splatter

round the drain with foam

betwixt us, stall-to-stall,

edging towards the tip 

of tomorrow, it's another

time. Shake the soap 

from your eyes, child,

And smell the petals

floating freely in the air.

dirty habits

Smoke it up in the shower

like a bad girl, like you didn't

tattletale earlier, colleague,

like a good girl, like you never

been here, before and again.

summer vibes

Babyfoot in the sky

born paranoid way

before Vietnam.

Puffclouds in the sky

huddled in a splay

before grownup.

no name on the bullet

no name on the bullet

which turned burner on

tossing under jungle 

of the green, the hunter,

it's variegated, wild,

homely, to love this hard.

is this the line too far?!

Pluck a peony from my yard

press it to my lips and tuck it

between the sheets, book pages,

till it dries and cracks and fits

in an envelope, in the mail.

Will you open it up; will you

touch it to your lips and kiss me

across a petaled eyelash?

city girl blues

You must be a city girl,

anyone who has seen one,

knows no one can fit in a rabbit hole,

much less fall down one, though

many will have tried.

takes a decade to heal

if I learned anything,

this past half decade,

it's this - never 

do anything

ever

Performative.

Productivity is a lie

and it always has been.

Realize

no one is tripping

toe over heal

to be an audience.

That hole's gone

once you quit trying to

fill it with sand.