Thursday, December 15, 2022
Crop circles
Little moments (after dinner on Thursday 12/15/22)
Thursday, December 8, 2022
an old dog on a good day
Wednesday, December 7, 2022
Michael (part 1, summer 2013)
push mama around in that
carriage, young lady!"
with paper grey lips
Tuesday, December 6, 2022
The reason for the season
(on death, and maybe rebirth)
have you ever seen
the christmas trees get delivered
in new york city?
the trees that are festively
propped against A-frames
and grace our streets with the soft scent of fir
so we are transported away
from the urine-soaked sidewalk
to our decorated childhood living rooms of Decembers past?
well,
the trees are piled high in the back of a flatbed
bound and gagged,
they are dragged from the truck,
and tossed brutally to the cement
in a flurry and tinkling
of shedding needles.
tis a brutal scene to behold.
but, lo, fear not
for it is just a tree.
it took only twenty years to grow
two decades of sun, seasons, and birds' nests
before it was swiftly felled.
and, lo, fear not
for the scent of fir will fill the air anew
when Michael,
the friendly gardener in Fort Greene Park,
spreads freshly chipped pine mulch
over the flower beds
in the spring
and, again, we will be transported.
you're wrong about most things, anyway
it's that confident feeling
of finally being on time for preschool.
"mommy, may I have a glass of tomato juice?"
"of course, my sweet.
my darling.
my beautiful, sophisticated child who drinks tomato juice.
of course you may."
and you smile
because you are confident
and organized
and your child drinks tomato juice.
and with one shake of the recyclable glass bottle (well done, you!)
you feel the cap wobble beneath your palm
your child says "oh shit!"
and in that moment
that second
that one shake of a bottle
you are no longer on time for preschool.