A Better Day

Sunday morning. A vague sense of myself, And a clear vision of you. You in the kitchen, I on the speakerphone. One image. One view. Your face, your private smile. One feeling. One longing. For that you I first saw. And...

Pouring coffee into the cup, I realized something, and smiled. I don’t have to die for you. Your machinations Of not even ignoring me, Will bring your own ruinations. You will no doubt go to heaven, But only after...

And after love,
I become half woman, half you.

When night and day Separated us Our whispers came together Crawling into each other’s bed Or was it my bed, and your chair? And then… “And then?” And then your hand reached Through static and...

Most beautiful people are in my head. Why then, when I open my lips, My crazy fingers, and My blossoming heart To speak to them, To write to them, To listen to them They tell me that my lips are foul, My eyes are...