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29 April 2014

16 April 2014

I will
start by kissing
each finger tip,
each knuckle,
both palms and each thumb
I will kiss your
earlobes,
soft,
the nape of your neck
Your cheeks, your nose,
the funny bald spot in your beard.
I will kiss your
knees
your elbows,
your perfect
long thighs.
Your tummy
gets extra special attention:
tickles my nose,
my lips drag and
nibble.
I will
kiss and kiss and kiss you;
I will kiss you
until kisses seem
meaningless like a
long repeated word,
then I will kiss you
More.

14 April 2014

to my father

if she loved you
she wouldn't
drink with you.

if you loved her
you wouldn't
have to drink
to be with her.

02 April 2014

Spring and this

Everything inside me screams idon'twantaboyfriend
but when I think of your soft mouth and your strong arms
it takes all
my power
to keep from
pulling back my foot (half out the door,)
calling in foreversick to work
and crawling into
your bedandsmile.
but I know:
spring
and this
can't last forever.

27 March 2014

Cubicle life

6:00 alarms buzzzzzzz
Buzzzz
Buzzz
7:00 in the car/ npr/ life goes on outside this: airplanes, landslides. Traffic lights.
8:00 arrivee', loopety loop parking garage bigger than the mcmansions I pass.
8:30 third bad office espresso, though I am wide awake: more to suppress hunger for food and a better life.
-work, type, clackclackclack, fyi, see note, work-
1:30 devour my carefully constructed salad and read the entire internet.
3:00 can I grab you for a quick meeting?
-work, clackclack, rinnnnnng, quarantine summary 0, howwasyourweekend whatareyourplansfortheweekend, work-
4:50 stare at the clock.
Tick tock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Tock
5:00 go to the gym/ run for three miles while staying in exactly the same spot: realize this is a metaphor for my life
6:00 in the car/npr/ life has gone on around me: healthcare, russia. Traffic lights.

25 March 2014

Crush.

I am
Blushing
And flush
With thoughts
Of your
Handsome face &
Big hands:
I want
To climb
You
Like a magnolia tree.

27 February 2014

he

his heart is made
of marshmallow fluff and
bundles of old disposable razors

he is
tall,
but the
kind of tall that is
noticeable from a distance,
like a politician
or a sitcom father.

and on the
sunniest day
of the whole
long, icy winter
he drove her
out
to the path
under the canopy
of bare Tennessee pines,
kissed her neck-
softly-
and grabbed her waist-
not softly-

breathe in and out
rustle on the leaves
feel the air
on faces and fingertips

he smells like clove and honey.

08 February 2014

devoured

he stared
at me
all night
like
a five course dinner
after a month
lost at
sea

and when he pushed
me up
against
my car
and kissed me
hard and
sweet,
i couldn't
wait
to be
devoured.

31 January 2014

Carlotta

Carlotta Marie Green was the funniest of funny. She laughed at all the melted ice cream and cried at all the comedies. When Carlotta was 6 years old she cut off all her hair to look like the neighbor boy Frank, and when she was 14 she kissed him so hard he almost fell backward into the yellow siding of the house.

Carlotta carries a book of quotations with her doodles in the margins. Her favorite skirt is a turquoise circle with big orange rose blossoms scattered across the front. She looks into the sky and says "Hey there universe, can you gimme a break?" That is what her mom used to say. "Can you gimme a break?"

Carlotta was 6 credits away from a degree in biology, and 2 kisses away from an affair with the head of the Spanish department. His eyes were so dark, and so calm. And he always seems ready for a new shave. But that all seems long ago. Perhaps, Carlotta ponders, it is time to cut her hair again.

When Carlotta thinks about her divorce her eyes water and her upper lip quivers. Then she looks up at that same big sky, that same big swirl of stars. "Can you gimme a break?" she asks.

24 January 2014

the christmas present// our relationship

first an empty,
vaulted promise
from his lips

wherein i fulfill
my end
of the bargain
with kindness
and care,

and he
takes all i have
without giving
anything
in return.