piggies

funky limelight
going incognito
here today, aragon tomorrow
just groovy

making muffins again

harry nilsson and i

wear our bathrobes like crowns

and wonder on the wanderlust

of lesser lovers

this is just like that time i went lipstick shopping in sunglasses

ode to the freckles of my fancy

here we go again, sweet
chasing stags and studs on our carousel
until we dizzy and fall
into the blue eyed other's wonder again

touch me I'm a touchy coffee lady
keep the x out of espresso and we'll get off from the get go

hammock attack
the flaxen laxed
smoke rolls folded
summers back

a never nearer
peppermint contentment
testament to your estrogen
was effervescent or
opalescent in your
best next to kin

wanton wanting

all day digging
dig through above around
anywhere, really

get, go get it
until you find it

stop eht

ask me
the one in the sinflawer dress
who i wait for
when i walk slow
and i know
the answer
swishes between skirts

face wall my darling
turn my face wall
birds ate my face

familial googling

i have a dream speech
i hate you dad
i hate my teenage daughter
i hate my job

i'm asking

he was selling the skull on a sunday, july
'my friend had this 35 years ago
he died in somerville -
i brought the deer back to new hampshire'

'i'm thinking about it'
i told him - i let myself know too

empty eyed, a candleless holder
the wax was his antlers

it reminded me, an always kind of memory of
the thing you said,
something like
'i would have carried you on my back
to the end of the earth, if you asked'

'do you have any rope?'

hollis to somerville
on a bike older than myself
is a lot like the end of the earth

but i would bring myself,
and the thing
on my back
that i carried
was heavy like a leftover lover
and grieved like a casserole

but hung itself so nicely on my mantle
to be looked at and loved,
if only a memory