To B: When you go home

Tied to our younger dreams
Mistaking them to be our secrets
Glorifying them, and
Dramatically becoming weary

Other women, possessing key value pairs, With dictionaries of obsolescence as resumes. She, she isn’t thinking about you She’s got her Tesla, her twins, and her career future to worry about. She, she already...

You look up from your work computer and close your eyes, willing the worlds away to flood your head. You wish you were in her world right this minute, helping with her groceries, run errands, come back home and wash...

What if I look straight on While you look at me As we pass by And your heart leaps And catches my shirt button Do you think I would hold it carefully And put it in my pocket, forever mine? Or would I let it fall in my...

You dismissed my words, remember? You kept track of me to swat at a merest chance And months later, You sent me a philosophical missive For that, here is an ordinary poem Read this and delight in your reflection...

Today I tell you That I was walking in life With a waist hoop That has 360 mirrors around it Facing me, showing me who I am Any step I take Any way I look. Today I tell you That when I was young I fancied 360 versions...