Tuesday, May 26, 2009


you have to have two
pieces, because I want two
pieces-- but not three. 

Monday, May 18, 2009


Cars line up 
and chase 
each other 
down the 
street, like
dogs, once 
the light 
changes. I
sit on a 
bench, knees
swelling, watching.
Wishing someone
was strong
enough to
carry me
for a while,
but, knowing
no one is, 
I stand

Thursday, May 7, 2009


In this room
everyone is captivated
by flannel clad guitarists

and their feet glow gold
under the single overhead light

and I am red-wine nostalgic
wishing I could wink at you
across the room; that your

brown eyes, white teeth, 
black, black hair would
suddenly appear on the 
floral couch.

We could shoot knowing
glances back and forth 
everyone else milling around
with their gold feet 
totally oblivious to 

love ricocheting off
the moulding, wooden 
and crowned.