Toast

you have to have two

pieces, because I want two

pieces-- but not three. 

5/17

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

again. 

Show

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.