Untitled Unrelated Poems
On the white swing on the porch
there was a firefly in your hair
And a daisy in my lap
As I swang on the swing
your roommate made with his own hands
And the beer bottle
you drank with your own lips
with the same tongue you
met my tongue with
My heart hurts for your hands
I want them in the strings of my hair.
While I watch you in the evening sun
as you clean the last
piece of dust
off the mirror on my dashboard
and I want to cry until you dance
How simple life was when
you told me you wanted to learn
how to dance with me.
We walked together in the rain
and my eyelashes would flutter
so would my heart as you sang
under your breath the songs
Of our youth and we are still young.
Which one of us holds the hand
of the other first
we don’t count such small
gestures and for all appearances
we seem together…
No one knows, I am leaving you.
After the day you promise to care
about the way you say friend
you love my lashes and you said
the way my wavy hair covered
my left eye, you said it took your
breath away. You took my life away
so I said goodbye.
I lie here now twenty years later.
your screaming wife on the phone
I heard about the crazy divorce
kids crying and lawyers
I thought I might call you then
and tell you I’m lonely
not for you, but for your songs
and the dances you promised
me you would dance in my room.
i’m lying between cold sheets
the window is cracked open
and after all these years I remember
the firefly that almost went in your ear
and the broken wooden swing
a splinter in my finger
and the taste of beer
on my lips.
How would we know
How would we know
about life’s small adventures
in all the years it rained after
and all the years it will rain still
I will always flutter my wet lashes,
And think of your rough hands
on the steering wheel
driving me to my death.
You said you are a seer and I’m the one you see
and I called your bluff about the universe
while we ran through the rose bushes,
with blood on our hands
from thorns we thought would be
like whiskey in a bottle that is broken
giving us sweet yesterdays
we thought the blooming of our perennials
would keep all the people in today
There is no tomorrow, you promised
you saw, there is no way to walk away from this day.
I saw you in the fog
you looked like a blur
and I saw your hands move up and down
and I wanted to kiss the nose
I could not see, in depths of the mist.
We are, we are, we are invisible
in this morning breeze
for once I don’t exist except as a
Footprint in the dirt.
stand next to me
See my red toes as I
want to be noticed
even when the clouds
Slip through us.
Mama please don’t fret
this isn’t going to last
I’m only lying to you now
because my eyes are tired
and my foot makes no sense
when it falls out of my shoe.
Daddy you know how much
life costs, you know all the
wicked tastes of empty boxes
that you gave to the man
on the street who handed you
a towel, a wet towel.
Don’t thank me for noticing
your small intimate memories
your perfect shoes, mama you wear
them with the posture of a goddess.
Dad you gave the shirt
on you back to the man
who said you were a genie
in a bottle of wine.
Standing in back of people
spitting in your face
your turban they called a towel
and you still prayed for their
You two are the only love
I’ve seen last, I’ve seen through
I’ve seen the wicked nature
of life in your home
you showed me that love is a gold shoe and blue towel
With no one’s name engraved on it.
How can I, how can I, thank you for
I don’t want to be that kind of woman
who makes you stay up all night
to harp about things that happened
thirty years ago, or thirty seconds.
I just want to shout at you
for not noticing my need for a hug
or the smell of the garbage you didn’t take to the curb.
But instead you swept up my
hair and kissed my neck.
I asked you to wash my hair.
there was a madness in your eyes
yesterday. You took water
and splashed it in my face
as if, as if, we are water and hair
and a small dollop of strawberry shampoo
spilling out of your hands.
This is all we are.