elegy

My only consolation,
to the role I played in your death
is that you were fast asleep,
before the alcohol
singed and stung
your tiny wings
and motionless, lifeless bodies.
The air had left your miniature lungs.

&

goldfish look like aquatic sundragons

that long forgotten show

it's scary, believe me, i know
a knock on the door
which muriel always answers
she is, of course, blind to the danger
and eustice just doesn't care
courage sees and his teeth,
rotten and decaying, though they are,
chatter and his eyes roll back into his head
then he plays his role
the hero, savior, caretaker
as he has so many times before
and no one thanks him.

;;;

it's just the day the titanic sunk
but i'm impatient
with my new teapot
and a scratched case that some may say is
abrupt, or attaché.
but still, it's now
and not then
at least not yet
and i'm still waiting
for that shriveled summer skin

'

such incredibly asymmetrical perfectly content silence

sweetly faded

what a small little piece
of fabric
from an old sock
it's the cuff
i made my best friend out of it
the rest, that is
there are three parts
i need one
at least
whether i wear it
or hold it, hug it kiss it, cry onto it, tug at the pieces of string loosened
by my love
for you, everyone
the emotions i pore into this once
dirty sock

dried flowers and little sewn doves

i dreamed i was operating on my lungs. when i left the clinic i was the assistant and i picked up my jewelry from the asphalt. as i walked to the set, you followed me in your car. i refused your offer of a ride and climbed up the moss covered hill myself. surprised at seeing you once i got to the top, i rolled down the other side. it turns out it was all a prop.

what to do when bones scare you more than worms

back when i could breathe in public
you caught my eye
sucking on one end of a self rolled cigarette, what else?
that sweet smelling bag tucked back neatly in the pocket of your weathered coat
classical music intertwined with the smoke and haze
i bet you listened the whole time
your garbage bag suitcase had one small tear
and pieces of leaves were stuck in the mishmash of your jagged hair and rotten beard
the holes in my jeans let the breeze get me
but i didn't feel a thing
while i let my eyes do the examination