cat's eye

rocking back and forth
in the shower this morning,
i press my fingers

into my eyelids,
('eyelid wars' we say, because
of the nebula

bursts of color and
the feeling of endlessly
plummeting through space)

and concentrate hard
on the buzz of radio
and video games

that compete with the
rat-a-tat beat of water
on the shower door.

tasty tidbit

instead of a neck,
our baby has a bunch of
extraneous chins

infant milestones

much to celebrate :
baby girl has grown skillful
at flipping the bird.

soundtrack to my insanity

the unreachable
smoke detector's piercing beeps
delight my senses.

you give me an inch, i want a mile.

you know when you have
that one roll of tape that seems
to last forever

and then it runs out
and you're like, "what the fuck, bud ?
WE HAD SOMETHING REAL."