one day about fifteen years ago
she brushed her hair
spoke kindly to a friend
and
got frustrated with a stop sign
that was telling her what to do
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‘you can stay as long as you clean up your shit’
his fingers toyed the air above
the keyboard and he cursed
how non-romantic the word
‘keyboard’
sounds in a prose poem but
for the purpose of authenticity
he allowed it to remain
or maybe i’d just make a diorama.
it would take way too long
for me to
write out all of the
things i do not know
and like it would be
a nightmare like how would
i organize it alphabetically
maybe inverse order based
upon what i ‘should’ know
like gosh that’s intimidating
to think of putting into writing
and wait how would i even
be able to express what i don’t know
if like um
i don’t know it so then i’d have to
decide do i begin with at least two major
categories things i know i don’t know
and things i don’t even know at all
let’s breathe together ok
anyway
i love you and right yes what i do know is
you make your daddy very happy.
one-man life jacket
sometimes metaphors
come to life
for just a moment
and sometimes
we are fortunate enough
that capture that moment.
(also sometimes
we’re lucky enough
that our arms look
amaaaziiiiiing
in that moment and gosh
look how sweet she is
rubbing her eyes oh my
darling and my love)
‘ok i need milk, a patio set, and a soul mate.’
what i thought i know about love
=
the entire inventory of a department superstore
from the highest of end merchandise to
open and retaped and returned packages
cluttered beneath the customer service desk.
=
a trip through the 10 items or fewer lane
with room to spare
three poems written on a sunday
‘surely, someone was president, right?’
the year was 1904
and i don’t have a damn clue
what happened or why it did.
* * *
geometry of sorts
if i draw a straight line
one, i’d need a ruler or
straight edge, because
my artistic talent is rather lacking
from me to you
two, i’d need you to remain
rather still which i don’t see happening
as you move and shake like the wind
will you still be there
when my straight line
i guess it would be a segment
as a line from me to you
would not be infinite
though i hope to spend
forever with you
well, of course
that’s also a metaphor
‘cause i’m already 33
so let’s forgive technicalities
becomes the point
that was point a to b
and is now the point
and very close space shared
by you and me?
* * *
claw marks on drywall
i’m worried there might be wolves in the house
i’ve noticed clusters of padded prints in the kitchen
and claw marks on the drywall in the pantry
just above the cereal i eat for morning breakfast.
because my memaw is feeling better
a father, paranoid
shoulder high silhouette
in my darkened dining room
as i mount the stairs and then pause eyebrows taut and pensive
sleeping child and wife above
microwaved nachos and a bowl of salsa in my hands
i turn back and down the stairs
and bravely face the opening from foyer into darkened dining room
yes, i see you
mylar balloon i forgot was in here
no my heart is not racing
do not be stupid you are a balloon
goodnight keep an eye out for intruders.