Thursday, February 23, 2017

Love Always Wins

I’m just a little
Freckle-faced girl
Who wears a scar
From a crazy home-base slide.
Who loves that scar
Because she played with all her heart
To get it.
You, you threw the ball
That put me there; pushed me there
Where I met me
Now I proudly wear
A jersey spun of sun and dust and grins
And though I've never played it
Without the pain
It's always been love

That wins the game.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Sunburn Kisses

I chased the sun
He laughed while I pursued
He came to me
In a warm four-door embrace
It's always gonna feel this good
Is what I say
Embraced between the trunk and hood.

I stepped out, same sun
I still pursue
A different heat now
Much more aloof
More hot than warm
Some kisses burn.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Denial by Screen

Turn on the news feed
And show me
Something other
That what just happened.
Give me
A new reality
For what I can't unfeel
Or eyes unsee.

I'll take anything.

Where I'm Coming From

It's 2017 and I still think it's entirely possible that someone will want to steal my iPod Classic.  It's a 120 GB 7th Generation.  Yes...we're talking about this bad boy:

Did I mention that it's 2017?

You should also know that it took me over two years to try the bidet at work.  It's just that the words "learning curve" and "toilet" made me incredibly uncomfortable.  I don't know what I thought could go wrong...all I knew was that the darn thing had a control panel with more than one button and not one of them had the word "dignity" on it.   

Thursday, January 12, 2017


And so tonight, I hope I cry
Push up, not down
The twisting knife
Go out; release; and let me free
Take all my pain, tears
As you leave.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Curb Appeal

You drive over the curb
And cut the fat off the ham
You smile and laugh 
And let me try again
You sit next to me
I park next to you
You put the puzzle away
Assembled without glue
You try again
And own a disco ball
Peg boards on your walls
World turning large and forgiven
Yet no stone left unturned
Strong hands, young heart

You drive over the curb

Friday, December 23, 2016

Nothing is Gone

And so now it’s quiet
The rush has gone
It’s quiet
I look around
Hello me!
It’s just you now.
They’ve all lost interest
For some beautiful reason
Or another
A quiet phone
A silent app
A strong me
Thanking you for looking
For dancing; wanting and taking
And then leaving
Because now I know

That nothing is gone.