Monday, March 29, 2010

at 4:25 it's raining

i trip out of bed
a star nosed mole, feeling the
top of his bureau

for collar stays, keys,
a money clip, or cuff links;
for if he left them

then he shall come back
to tuck me in and touch my
cheek, "shh little bird."

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

good morning.

low hanging clouds snag
on buildings, billboards, bridges;
tug boat goes toot toot.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

"... and now breathe in ."

my doctor's a Good
Man. i audition thank-you's
as he draws my blood.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Codependence.

"You seem sicker than
I, dear," you say. "You're stronger
than I, dear," he smiles.

"Should we nap, my dear?"
"Yes, dear, let's nap," you reply.
"Should we drug up, dear ?"

"Yes, dear, let's drug up."
"Dear, did you leave this dirty
snot-rag on the floor ?"

"Yes, dear. Sorry, dear."
"My dear ? Shall we nap some more ?"
"Brilliant idea, dear."