Jan. × ’16

Good morning snowflake
How kind of you to come

Have you been planning
for this journey long?

What was it like
falling along?

Did you speak
or just endure?

Did you suffer
or more enjoy?

And when you landed
did you cry?

Did the end come early?
Or just right?

Might we all
search the skies

and land so soft
seamless ride

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Jan. × ’16

Tempt me temper tantrum
take me to the place
where I am allowed
to scream and shout
all day long
let it all out

no space for gray
no control
no reality beholden to
but not alone

Some things are not meant to be
untangled broken headphones
necklaces of lost love’s
nightstands cluttered
Could’ve would’ve should’ve
been past tense of well
that was then

Some things can be untangled
Rubik’s cubes puzzles
the note that might mean
letters that together could be
space in conversation that would be

but then it would no longer pull
siren sounds in the distance
allure allure

If you could take energy
and add plus
deconstruct reapply reconnoiter trust

Would you play with me?
Would I play with you?

Do you wonder about these things too?

If you throw a fit
and no one sees
did it happen?

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Jan. × ’16

Sometimes words do not improve truth
Is it too much to ask

to keep the bubbles afloat
and know they are only bubbles

to bathe in the puddle
that might be just a reflection

to let yourself feel wet?

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Jan. × ’16

Did you read between the lines
think that same thought
wonder after each
sun glanced strand of light
on a memory you never had
somehow amalgamated
to this moment when you knew
I thought and you thought it too

And then the whole world
made sense

Fantasy of could have been
And if it could have been
perhaps it is

In a way we both know
impossible possibly
if we want it
in some ways
it is so

If I ask you
if you want it
it will be gone though

Heisenberg ruins everything
Nerve to look you in the eye
tell you so

Dreams dream in in betweens
holding together supposed to bes

with whimsical loss
continual almost

We weave the logic of
what we know

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Jan. × ’16

In our meeting
I wish I were an erector set

We could fit together so conveniently
You would see the way to build

I would cooperate with our hovel
not stall for the wider landscape

But we live in New York City
my brain is full of stories

Memories make us
If all our water spilled out

and we poured into a waterbed
Would you more agree then?

Or would we distill separate purify?
The children are taking the pH

I would like to crack your head open
to pour some fairy dust

Somewhere there must be a surgeon
Take me under to remove particles unwanted

Make us only purified
though this meeting would then be boring

We would have lost the milieu

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Jan. × ’16

When first the world stormed
did panic arise over whether
it would ever
again be dry?

Never and ever
harbingers of
It’s gone to far
the argument should have stopped
a few turns ago but here we are

And then when
likely and often came
with their gray days
Did things improve
or worsen?

So much temptation
in calibration
Measured gradation
temperature taking

What has one foot and no leg?
A day of riddles
always awaits

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Jan. × ’16

You mend your glasses
with acetone and cotton swabs
meticulous you can fix this
the tangible approaching fulfillment
almost inspired
almost satisfied

Oh the multitude of moments when
sense does not matter
though you wish it did
seesawed with moments when
sense surpasses
sweetness and its underpinnings
you wish had space to wander

Focus un-focus
turn twist

Carry on
pretty playground
obstacles unseen

possibility exists

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Jan. × ’16

Alarm bells sound
circumnavigation made!

Firework songs bait
the second hand to jump
ship departure vacation
Destinations shimmer
sadness abates
the year dissipates
like due

Tired passengers
recently arrived
on our Mobius strip
stop panning for gold

Ominous dreams of monotony
backed by the sunrise settle
care of gravity

Have we made it?
New frontiers beckon
Awake! Awake!

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Dec. × ’15

I wander down a stone path
city girl boots in the dark groping

gathering kale
my godmother grew in her garden

There is a full moon
and there are simple directions

Find the bucket
bring it inside

Some things are doable
though many things are not

Irreconcilable we search
for everything in its assigned place

Though we know there are no
assigned spots

Tonight the bridge sparkles in the distance
not ours to light

and we are here
we are just here

I wish I could give you the gift
of the sparkling distance

the gift of just so
on and on
just so¬¬¬

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Dec. × ’15

You are crying inconsolably in the cafeteria
child after child has told me so
They flock to you with smiles and jokes
trying to undo what they do not even know

Unspeakable truths have e¬¬nsued
you told a friend who told an adult
and now more someones know and try to make space
to say he did this and that and someone should say
It was not your fault

I hope those words
and someone to hold you


This weekend I am at a party
and a man who once was a boy
who once squared my shoulders to the mirror
trying to make me say “I am beautiful,”
watched me cry unable to
talks to me as if these intimacies were forgotten

For the most part they are
other than I remember the slipping movie spin
slow motion the assurance I felt lost in

We cautiously hold each other’s glance
alternately safe, alternately escaping


Dear child, someday this is what you deserve
the probability that such kismet things exist
makes me reach for another drink

When I was your age I remember
my mother wearing embarrassing socks
and thinking when I’m fifty I’ll never let myself slide
to such a state hand to forehead duress
And so I know you cannot hear me

I want to promise you it gets better
though futures I promise are empty

How fortunate I am
how hopeless this state of things
again you are in a shelter this evening


I return to the man who was a boy
let go my fantastical memory of years’ ago
like a dandelion blow the wisps away and say
Tell that beautiful woman you love her
you are so lovely and she would be so lucky

I steady myself to a taxi home
and pray for people
to slowly spin
this way

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