And, since it’s just that kind of day, here’s a nice soft and happy love poem, just right for this time of year:


killing them wasn’t enough, they
still stare at me blank eyes dark pools of
accusation and reproach they tell
me the same over and over you didn’t
have to
kill us we were no danger to you
but they were, dangereverpresent,
unimaginable fear
so i carried a blade
flexible and I held open
lids and c a r e f u l l y t o o k
their eyes
and souls, i own them now they
dwell on a shelf in my
basement in a mason jar
and green
and some brown

like the marbles i played with
once when as a child i
was safe.

Skeletal Oak

skeletal oak tree out
side my window shrouded
in mist of snow white
against dark against
empty grey sky.



Fresh tracks in wind scarred
snow, I follow them.
Branches creaking and
snapping, frozen beads hit my
face, stinging. Right foot breaks
through spring weakened crust
ahead dogs bark at something.
I hurry to catch up and break
through again and again,
the effort to extricate myself
is exhausting.



A waft of summer brushes my
lips. I didn’t know you in the summer,
all there was in the summer were
letters scribbled on scraps of paper, what-
ever was at hand.
I love you, I miss you
I can’t live
without you but I can’t
leave here and
be with you there. But until
I can, here is a picture of what our
bed should look like
, ripped from
a magazine, torn edges and
here, I love how this old table looks,
I can’t wait for the day we sit
at a table like this
and have all the time in the world
for each other. Until then, I’ll put on lipstick and
kiss this page, so you remember my lips, how soft and
warm they are.

I knew you in the fall, and
winter. I knew you in the spring, when
the first fragrant blooms of lilac filled
the air and when you wore shorts again,
long elegant legs creamy alabaster, and the sight
of them warmed me surely as the renewed sun.