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.
Beautiful and Strong
Each woman that worksat the pet food storeweighs about two models,quite possibly more.She swings fifty pounds of chicken feedlike nothing to her shoulder.I think “You’re beautiful and strong!”Maybe I should have just told her.