Apricot
I saw the apricot fall.It hit the dirt with a thud.Now it sits on the groundwith dirt all around,but it tastes so much better than mud.
A Month From Now
A month from now, who knows what will beas the future passes through the sieve of realityand straight on to the past, where it can only make us wise.All that I know is it will be a surprise.
Just To Get It Out
I would like to write a songbut nothing on my mind is worth singing about.But I could sing it anywayjust to get it out. Clear my mind of calculationsof who owes who and explanations,Clear my mind of pros and cons … Continued
Slivered Almonds
How do they sliver almonds?That’s what I’d like to know.Do they drop them from a toweronto well-placed blades below?Do they run them past a mandolinewith several sharpened bands?Or do they sit there with a paring knifemaking slivers in their hands?
I Am a Woman Full
I am a woman full ofagonizing empathy andwelling convictions,and I don’t know what to say or do.
If My Vagina Were a Gun
(In response to this poem by almost the same title) If my vagina were a gun, how careful I would be,knowing that it could mean life or death to somebody.If my vagina were a gun, yes I’d treat it with … Continued
The Grass
The grass is only green when it rains.If it’s not going to rain, I’d rather have weeds.Or a mix, just in case the weather decidesto do a little of each.
Seven Eleven
There are no Seven Elevensin this vicinityand so to use our gift card,we have some friends to see.
Mount Rainier
There’s a place that I hold dear, and that place is Mount Rainier. I haven’t been there in three years. I let out a sigh in lieu of tears.
Quite Quietly
If you don’t have something nice to say,don’t say anything at all,so we must live quite quietlyon earth after the fall.