crack open at your core

she realizes her role one evening
as the sun's faint glow fades, her granddaughter
watching with new eyes. most recently

\
that sweet feeling of belonging, believing
which swells in a caress. she fell into it
momentariy like quicksand over toes.
she keeps her head free, rescues the beating wings
struggling for purchase, the move across the surface
of his lake , reflected but not felt. the beat of air
and the violent silence of the leaving.

/

he reacts to the folding
a kite rushing away on the wind
string breaks free.


she once  believed to love her
is to crack open at his core.
now she knows the fissure
goes both ways. she holds
the stone together with a sigh.




s
o tired of this
healing you
for another woman.

what the fuck is wrong with the one before you?


oops she said fuck
she said wtf
she said
















*&76

reasons to run. everyone of them a story
on yesterday's reality show. bang a boson,
date a yellow jacket. scorpion in your cock.
it never sells to steal verbatim. you have to make it yours.
the sky refracted into a prism becomes a hand of god.
paranormal panduit. parsimonious harmony. the season
is not in session sir. you've lived another year
what are you waiting for?














*(&



she rubs cocoa butter on her lips
it's not for you. it's for the rastafarian embrace.
nicotene beauty, the saints that didn't know better.

when you call her again you find she's the same
only more cautious. the rust issue never sleeps
and she knows you're weary of unbridled cliche
but she doesn't care  . she likes the shorthand
distance they supply. a finger for your third eye.













&^&^&^













something else she learned about love.
tis a much harder mistress than the muse.
he uses up as much as you have you have you have
some sad affair, none of these thoughts
habits. babbits. habbits. how difficult it was
for you to pull air into your lungs, the way
her breath made you wheeze , overexcited
stimulated to drowning, simulated to owning,
the shells you grab to cover the lack of sails
tired and sleeping way past the dream's expiration date.
































*&^^^




so we waited on the bench a little while longer.
penned the goodbye note. stuck it with a match
struck it with a lighter. sent it on the river boat
with a pair of aces and feather boa. it was funny
if you were there, which you weren't.

this man this man thinks he would be settling for you.
fuck that. i am so past his league he cannot imagine
that's my goddess. he carressed your dwindling belly
as if pregnacy were immanent. he fell in love
with a moment. then the next life called, so he went.
you keep wondering what takes him so long.
so long goodbye my friend. door is to the right.

or the left. we're an equal opportunity hot pink room,
you get to chose. you stay . you are stasis and silence
he is leaving and widow's walk. hurry colombus
the ship sails at midnight's noon. move along, nothing
interesting here.