Quantifying
I cannot count for you
or ring up on a register
or abacus how important
this day is, or the feeling
of a bit of rough skin,
you don't like it but that
simple touch ignites me
---
Rules of Matter
I threaten to float
through the universe
becoming a lighter molecule
or else moving more quickly
to produce heat and become
a fast-approaching solid.
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Hearth
Here is the home
I promised you and you
promised me, just a little
too late
Here is the man
you wanted me to be
arrived the day after.
Hidden Agenda
It lingers, a serpent, right below
the surface of their words, ready
always to strike out with venom.
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The Day He Stopped
Damn it, I’m going to stop, he said
and she had heard it before. Watched
him at the sink. Knew his well-rehearsed
lines. She knew when she left it would
be the same old blinking story.
Don't give you mom the claw on Mother's Day. Wait until tomorrow. Illustration by Jenny Mathews.
Rassle
We used to call it rassling
and pinned each other to the floor
never knowing we let each other
win every time.
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