Outside it is silvery like a side of fish. Books are spread before me and coffee. Both are oxygen. I sip, trying to stay alive in this muck. My cat has had it (already), asleep at my feet. I’m trying to respond to my environment by writing this poem and then it’s off to work. […]
Category Archives: poems
The Dealership
The salesmen are tall & talk on cellphones They pace & trade jokes; one is holding forms The showroom floor, meanwhile, looks slippery It’s gleaming & white like a smile w/ flawless teeth
Yogurt
I am taking forever and ever to eat my yogurt. The creamy substance is something to stir and stir with my teaspoon until homogenized and then remove gently with my mouth, using no teeth, only tongue and lips. The pomegranate seeds are a bitter, crunchy counterpoint. Still, we must bear the unpalatable in order to […]
There had been times
There had been times There had been times There had been times.
Wednesday Evening
The smell of the workweek is fried fish — on the verge of burning and flaccid green beans — pushed to their limits. The sound is of arguing & stomping — the clinking of dishes the television sparks — a war in Tel Aviv The setting off of lawn sprinklers The smell of moisture on […]
upstate lunch
What Doris was was sandwiches & mustard husband Joe drinking cold Michelob Him with a bottle & belch at the table beat up dungarees and missing teeth Feral cats squatting his gutted & rusted bug and his decrepit mitt in the shed that smelled of cigarettes
homeostasis
I’m thinking those pot vapes might be an idea. What happens when you rouse me with a strain? Jubilance is not what i’m after Just knock me out of my homeostasis Not quite a kick to a cardboard box down a spiral staircase but giving me amazing flight.
food
the rump of a loaf with butter and an egg then an entire book for lunch: Sylvia Plath’s “Ariel” with steamed tofu another way of looking at it is i used chopsticks to eat an hour’s worth of standing on my feet or half a trip to the hair salon then i paid my tip […]
blue tongue
Ms. Nancy’s perfume meant homework, a big jar of glue and loose leaf scored with a ruler on the folds. Threats of adhesive in the mouth to punish a blue tongue. Crimson checks and the blunders specified with crisscross marks. Ms. Nancy’s perfume smelled like the front office and phones, notices to home and the […]
