how we hug in our land.

we do not cuddle

here in our bed, cause it is

too darn hot and the

covers get twisted

and we feel trapped. yet in

the quiet of the night

our hungry fingers

scuttle across boundaries

to nuzzle and knot;

clandestine meetings

unbeknownst to our bodies

still stiff with slumber.

for my cat

you, cat, you! madam!
jealous of diurnal beasts
that bask in sunshine!

you! with your tiny
feet that gleefully pierce the
flesh they dance upon!

in these wee hours
as you sneak and spy and all
but steal our last breaths!

rainy day at 14 B

today the cat sleeps
in loaf pose and my boyfriend
shares his candy bar

as the rain patters
in perfect mandelbrot sets
in puddles below

whoopsies.

sorry momma. i
just done spent all my youth and
beauty in one place.

is heaven any sweeter than Blue Jean?

new denim swallows
each leg; blue pythons making
my ass worth slapping.

party like it's 0037

on this day i drank
the blood of christ before noon
and took a load off.

all wet.

early morning storm
homeless man in garbage bag
taxicab asshole.