Don’t compound the error
by cracking the eggs
directly into the pan
leaving the eggshells
right there on the stovetop
& scrambling
with a fork
that might be clean
& dumping the eggs
right on the toast
inhaling it all
in less than a minute
just because you’re starving
or so you say
though you don’t look it
not one bit.
you don’t give me butterflies
my heart simply exhales in a deep sigh
there you are, lover
i’ve been looking for you
all of my life
Why won’t you walk on water once for me
Walk through one wall once so I can see
Believe once all you want to be
picture no perfect pitch-perfect opera
just start to sing
thinking about things too hard hurts my
brain
I was with you there once and I still am
once again
A friend came to visit she brought hot chocolate & scones we discussed issues of class & being clear about our vision at noon I went to an alanon meeting a blend of addicts & those whose loved ones are addicts their words were worth listening to as they were all telling origin stories they may have been politically & spiritually different but deep inside we were all the same are these the people you say are not a good fit?
my rebellion thrives
Like shrapnel in skin
I can’t dig you out
You still have a grip on me
No matter how fucking hard I try
My body still knows
I can deny you all I want
But you’re still with me
Memories of you are stored in every joint
I still feel your fingertips
I can smell your hair
I see in in my mind like you’re here
I’ve watched these memories back so many times that the tape is worn
It gets stuck in a loop sometimes
Just like me
No matter how badly I want to I can’t escape you
You seep through the seal
I don’t want you here anymore
I don’t want you anymore
But at this point who would I be if not yours?
-my mind sleeps, but my body still feels the pain
Arrive an hour early just in case –
of what, I can’t say, some kind of trouble
stalking dreams and stories on TV.
(Has flight changed? Will we wear football helmets,
bang against overhead bins like a box of rocks?)
Airport Dunkin’ Donuts, egg-cheese bagel,
so quotidian, but so not so this morning –
everything tastes different on vacation.
I feel the too-small bag. Don’t squeeze my muffin.
I lift my eyebrow, laugh, and tell my wife
“I’ll squeeze your muffin every chance I get!”
Think of doing Tai Chi in the terminal.
TSA’d arrest me, so I don’t.
Grandkids coming, walking with their mother.
Sacks of snacks and purple backpacks.
Julia’s grown two inches in a week.
I tell Sarah red’s the rarest sea glass.
She says, “Gipaw, if I find two pieces
of red sea glass, I will give you one.”
Passengers take seats beside our gate,
rows of eggs filling a cardboard carton.
Finally, they call our Zone for boarding.
We file through the jetway like meek ants.
Flight attendant commandeers our grandkids
to shout “Welcome to Delta” in the mic
Buckled in, we wait for fate to scoop us up
on a flight that has no turbulence.
peaceful working day
