Poetry

means head of the year,

tippy-top, press restart, new year, wind it up, begin again,

clean slate, fresh sheet of paper. so get out your markers.

we're going to draw ourselves a better world.

i hate watching

you. i hate the blood

that pumps underneath your right hand

and runs through you red and thick and salty--

i hate your stubborn lips, mouthing

every 

word.

i wish i didn't wonder

Hello and goodbye

Are two words that are

not a description that would say the facts behind your glazed eyes

or the slippery heart in my hands.

To say goodbye would mean that's it's all good.

over

whelmed

so

I

bre ak

it

d

o

w

n

to

not

feel

so

                     out

I felt pretty this morning, and

Danced around the room to

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

In my skirt and polo, and

Tried to brush my hair while still

sky turns light grey

leaves scattered all astray

flannels on and hoods up

pumpkin flavors fill my cup

sound of raindrops pitter patter

autumn air is all that matters

wonder what it feels like

to be the best

can only dream of

laughing at my mistakes

the way she does

at her own

knowing she’s still

number one

makes it look

effortless at fifty

When you look out the window of a plane

you see possibility

you see hopes and dreams in the clouds' forms

soft and fluffy

there,

but not quite there

near,

but so far away

The people built the wall 

With their hands in their pockets 

Brick by brick 

Lifted over heads bowed low

Then they tore it down 

Hands bleeding 

And I wait for you

It's dangerous, exciting

I know who you are.

We have planted our seeds in soft soil

but then the droughts came

and the soil hardened

cracked

turned on our seeds

and what was once a garden is now a deathbed

shriveled up

seemingly hopeless

as I stumble out of the truck, I look up

and I start thinking 

and I just can’t stop

as I gaze into the Milky Way

I can’t help but notice