Great Spirit, Show me how to Love your Earth, how to Kill the Buffalo and Do it Kindly. But The mission Bells Ring. We offer thanks and prayers To Little Bear and Dance wildly For rain; My love watches and waits for me. But the Mission bells Ring. I ask the Stars to Teach me Well, and to ...
They fall from me: the orange peels, the low blood sugar. They fall from me: my asp-like fears, my terror of your love. It falls from me daily: my state of Grace. Yet I awaken every day, as tall as the morning before. And wonder that we are lifted, the sun and I, and how night prepares us for the day.
it's raining he sits by the window. my hostess skills are rusty so i take extra time selecting the perfect strands of wakame, stirring them into the broth just so. i hold the lacquered bowl he bought for me reverently i hold our love reverently i drop in cubes of tofu, as if they were brush work. he'd like to help but i've told him no so he sits with his black manx, scratches him behind the ears, so quiet ...
aphrodite flows by, joining with the mess of the sidewalk. and though she is stunning like unborn music, her contempt/need/ sneers of passion remind me of the eventual trashing of porcelain and i crave the honest laughter of a baby with trisomy 21 an iq of 40.
i sit on the bed, peep over his huge trapezius and deltoideus muskels peep into he's looking at two teddy bears on my dresser -one surprised, three claws on each paw raised up who are you, sir the little one pensive, snuggled near green forests stamped on its belly- doesn't know i'm here on the bed sipping his every move he touches my three little granite mushrooms great-gramma got them in korea ...