You remember my little brother’s name
Even though
You have never met him
I never took you home to mom and dad
Because I wasn’t sure where I wanted to stand
With you
What is vivid in my memory
Is the way you couldn’t take your eyes off of me
And how your mouth felt warm
When I kissed you
Standing with one foot outside [...]
Archive for March, 2007
The Baker
Posted in Thought on March 30, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Electricity
Posted in Image on March 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Home, Accidentally
Posted in Thought on March 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Waking up to the sun burning
Fog off of the Mississippi
We run down muddy trails
Over wooden bridges covered
In graffiti
Up stairs that are steep
And slippery
Navigating the crowds, you stay with me
Both of our hearts pounding
Feet aching
Suddenly
Time isn’t as much of an issue
And all the things I should be doing
Are disappearing into the air around me
It comes
Cool off [...]
Growing Pains
Posted in Thought on March 25, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I am not stupid enough
To believe that this means
Anything
So what if you put your hands
In my hair
So what if I came alive
Everywhere
I know better than to start counting
And rearranging
Everything
Sometimes I catch myself wishing
You’d come back
Or just never met me
But those are childish reactions
To pain
And this is a lesson in feeling
Last night
I picked up one of [...]
Memory
Posted in Thought on March 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Summer
Leave me behind
I am weak
And you are a heavy load to take
On
Keep your city heat
And sweaty palms
I am not eager
Press your mouth against another
Lover
Do not break open
Let loose
The smells that have been frozen
They are seeping at the fractures of
Spring
Seeking out and penetrating
Me
I will stay hidden behind
Sweaters and cups of hot
Tea
Bury me
Underneath the snow
Where pain is [...]
Bitten
Posted in Image on March 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The Perks of Volunteering No.2
Posted in Thought on March 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
He says he wants to be a social worker
As he looks at me
Out over the top of his
Sunglasses
He calls me ma’am
And apologizes for his feet hitting mine
Under the table
He tells me he doesn’t want a mechanic’s hands
And I tell him that’s what my father has
And that I always loved him for it
He says he hopes [...]
Settle
Posted in Thought on March 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Maybe this is the beginning
Eating grapes off of the vine
While driving
Digging up my old Ani Difranco cds
And rediscovering why her words helped me get through
High school
Initiating a conversation with somebody
Just because he smiled nicely
At
Me
Taking long naps on Sunday
Mornings
Priming my dining room walls
And pulling up carpeting
Walking through the parking lot at Rainbow Foods with two bags [...]
Sixteen
Posted in Story on March 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The plane is stuffed full of artificial air that can’t decide what temperature to be. When it tilts, the sun pushes dull rays of heat in through the scratched, double layered plastic windows. It feels familiar and determined compared to the small stream of conditioned air that’s hitting me from the nozzle on the [...]
Clouds of Breath
Posted in Image on March 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
