DROPLETS

28th
Jan. × ’19

Do raindrops know
they have landed in a puddle?

Do they ever discover
the ocean and hope?

Off in our own pools
Are we all waiting for a storm?
No trophy for staying put

At the beach I never stay
on the shore only toe in
All the way always
underwater wet
through and through

I want to melt
to have already
melted

How do we stay in spaces
on the way to elsewhere?

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SURFACES

1st
Dec. × ’18

1.
In every window
is the same story

In every window
is a different story

In every window
is the same story
that thinks it’s different

In every window
is a different story
that thinks it’s the same

2.
Sometimes the window explodes
Is this just new light that’s let in?

Are destruction and creation the same?
Is something new as painful as something old?

Only so much can fit
unless you are comfortable in flames

This is why we learn to let go

3.
If we were to sit
on a picnic blanket
hidden in the reeds
where once I made love
to a long lost lust
Would the sun still reflect
on each reed the same
sparkling eyes
bodies made fierce
by confidence to bare and be
because bounty because summer

Illuminating sun
make us dance and blend
the surfaces of one another

In this quilt
if my border is not on yours

Sun help me get there

4.
Is a flying carpet
simply a staircase?
A step we choose to take
or not

Beyond the perimeter of our eyes
the turn of our heads
The way to beyond
just a step away

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NAMING YOU

21st
Nov. × ’18

I think about
naming you

Will you be more of a Vivian
full of life exuding rapture to all ends?
Or will you be Daisy
open to all, bright and bringing light
all the day long?
Or will you be Hannah
which your dad was supposed to be named
had he been a girl
or his brother or other brother
who never were
and now there’s you
little girl

Or shall we call you Celeste
for the stars in the sky
all of the hopes vaulted high?
Or will you be Cecelia
the goddess of music
room to be any medly you choose?
Or simply Lyric
forget allusions
my love of words
and your father’s of tune

He says
Shouldn’t we wait until she’s born to decide?
As if you’ll pop out fully formed
with opinions and style

I smile
still so much to us
unknown

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SONOGRAM

14th
Nov. × ’18

I see your tiny
feet as if you have
kicked back in a chair
laughing so hard
you somersault

Is this how
imagination begins?

I can only hope
you will spin like this
always
head over toes

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PLACE SETTING

14th
Oct. × ’18

1.
Oh spoon, why
do you make me want
to be fed by you?

2.
Water glass
you silly fool
I will absorb all of you

Come, slip, slide
like a cold ember
in my throat

Let me be
nothing but
the way I feel

3.
Plate
you wait
so patiently

Is it worth it
again and again?

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NAPKIN

1st
Oct. × ’18

1.
What lives
just beneath
the surface

Is there even surface?
Or are we all a part

2.
Surfaces rarely go untouched
dive in they beckon
send a ripple

We are all in motion
do not give up

3.
You produce
a rabbit

everytime

and still
I am happily surprised

4.
If we are all a part
what then
is clandestine?

Hands held
beneath your drapes

Is all lust just
what we dream
not what we must?

5.
And when it is over
and you emerge from the wash
folded creased
stuck on the shelf

Encourage still the go beyonds
the exuberance the wantonness the now
the worry about it later
the permission to resound

6.
You are not for spills
you are hydration
found

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TROJAN HORSE

14th
Sep. × ’18

When the kettle whispers
about to boil

When it is gray and almost
release to rain

When briefly nothing coheres
time out

When song words reappear
perchance
Faint sound of ringing
my ears as if detached

Late nights of loud music
standing outside
cool breeze
suddenly fresh

Trojan horse
almost
come closer
you should know
the castle of my body
not my strong walls only

Knocking heartbeat
tap resound
tickle tempt
touch

There is always
more
never enough

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MIMOSA FLOWER

30th
Aug. × ’18

1.
Some people call you a shrub
Some people do not know
what they are missing

2.
Some people say you act
sensitive

I know you are
but what am I?

We are not stones
We are here sensing

one another

3.
Some people say you act
feminine

What does this mean?

That you reach
ecstatically
for the sun?

That you come
in many colors?

That you like a cool drink
in a curved glass
on a warm evening?

Nothing?
Everything?

4.
I think I like you
best in yellow
draping like a chandelier

You should wear what you want though
I should not say such things

5.
When sun rises
you are who you are

I watch you
in wonder

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CHERRY TREE

28th
Aug. × ’18

1.
I wait for you
burst of color

What do you wait for?

2.
You are a spectacular mess
clustered in intricacies
no one need understand

In certain lights
I know though
you too
strive for this

You triple axel of trees

3.
Do you wonder
when to confetti
fortunate passersby

Do you feel let down
when you have landed?

3.
If you could
float back up

Rewind again
upend amend

Would you
be less

beautiful then?

4.
Someone uses a leaf blower
on piles of petals

It looks like laughter

I would like to look like this
when the world wields its worst

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MAGNOLIA

18th
Aug. × ’18

1.
Each year I fear for you

Will you come early?
Will snow come late?
Will you not
bloom?

And then you are here
so vibrant
and so brief

A cruel affair
I long to repeat

2.
How does it feel to be
a moment?

Like unrequited lust?
Let down
lingering on

Or like the fluttering of wings
before unfurling fingers
flight?

3.
Only a couple of days later
you look so sad

The wait never worth it

4.
This is not sad

It is
what it is

Love does not happen
after waiting

Love is
what is happening

5.
Let down your guard
line my sheets with your petals

Do you know how graceful you are
when falling?

Lullabye or siren song?

Either
or

enchanting

6.
In the sticky days of summer
when your remnants stick to my shoes

I will still think of you
when I drink cold juice

A burst
to soothe my longing

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