Truth
Vinegar does not
transform into tea
just because
you serve it
in a fancy cup.
Boiling Water, also known as
Mature For Her Age,
remembers that her real name is
Foaming At The Mouth,
and not Wise Beyond Her Years.
hear the wrong name often enough and
you forget all the sharp teeth in your mouth,
forget you’re Girl not Woman,
forget that you need Help not Dick.
once we’ve grown Big and Sour and Selfish,
all of our pseudonyms will still be warm
when the next girl puts them on.
we want to believe
in a higher place
that we go to
when we die
and it’s possible
to communicate
as ghosts
hope that leylines
of the spiritual
power can be
exposed
the only message
from the dead
has been on repeat
from the very beginning
we don’t have time for this
we don’t have time for this
we don’t have time for this
we don’t have enough time
to waste
on those things
that hurt us
but we can’t
even
let go
of the things
that’s killing us
We give our sons masks early
They don them with glee
We are training our baby boys
To bear the weight of their masks without questioning
The discomfort as those masks weigh heavier every year
Is it any wonder when our men
Trained from birth to wear a mask will not
Set it aside for even one intimate conversation
And cannot bear the weight and pressure
Of one more mask to save our lives
My fathers fourth visit after his death
was a meeting in the middle
The middle is an endless concrete city
half constructed and unnoccupied
I picked him up in his car,
rather than the other way around
Because you can’t take you car with you when you die or drive it there
He got in on the passenger side
(For the first time)
He needed a ride
but couln’t tell me the destination
As always he was unable to speak
So we just made the rounds in silence
Until I dropped him off where we started and then woke myself
as if I had finished an errand
Knowledge stands in an enchanted wood,
studies the book of nature by life’s mysterious
glow. The world serpent cradles an egg
amid bones and dry leaves. Bright truth blinds
us into darkness, but Hermes’ snake-twined
staff promises this paradox has the power
to heal. The green man traces the veins
of every leaf with a tongue of pure fire.
A salmon is not a bird
but when I look up animal
medicine in
my two books, I fail
to remember
where each category is —
the flocks of feathered ones,
the scurry-stampede of mammals,
the waves of fish and other swimmers,
the swarms of insects in exchange with each other.
Circe
will not rely on these books.
She can not bother to
think too much of
the connotations
of her gifted curse.
Meanwhile I
keep feeling the fires
my lover made for us
those three nights,
the flames
flashing in my eyes,
establishing our memories.
The last time we shared salmon.
Text message
Good day, sir,
my name, for this text,
is Hallie.
You must
forgive me
for being so forward.
If I were drunk,
on yesterday’s wine,
I might understand my words.
I am drunk, instead,
on your fevered words
as I have never been before.
Your poetry tickles
my inner soul
as if it were a lover’s
lips,
tongue,
fingers.
I take it in
and I cherish
the feel of it inside me.
It fulfills me
in an inspiring
aphrodisiac way.
I thank you
for what you have done,
but I love my husband.
Do not text me back!
Mistakes flowed from fissures in reality
amounting into a nightmare made intractable when
resentful sentiments trumped all understanding.
Inhibitions disintegrated against that dreaded line that’s
always a threat to the searching heart,
no, I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same,
the crushing blow that often falls on us
over and over with no clear reasons given as to why.
Imagine never feeling important to anyone you care about,
not that it ever justifies hateful retaliation, it’s just
emotions can explode under enough pressures of disappointment.
There’s not a bone in my body proud of things I said that night;
all I really want to believe is that there’s nothing wrong with me.
I feel
slightly out of place
I do not know these people,
and to them I am only “Chris’s cousin”
They are kind
not rude at all
but I don’t seem to fit in
My Kentucky accent sticks out
and my salad feels suddenly out of place
amidst Dairy Queen and PB&Js
I do not know this place
the path is unfamiliar
and I have to follow the backs of
the strangers with names
I can no longer remember
but when I look up in the sky,
the clouds and the moon,
I recognize them,
They have not forgotten me
no matter where I am,
the sky sits unchanged,
and I feel held in this unfamiliar place.
