A favorite album flexes the tongue before the words are remembered. Sheet music for the guitar solo runs in double helixes of DNA. Greater power, whether biology or a God, moves us to sing. Listen to it a third time, fourth, ninety-second, four hundred And eighth. Tongues get tired, too. Lips and mouths stuck … More Too Much of a Good Thing
The dirt road made my leaving A disappearing act: dust, Rioting against my departure: you, In my rearview mirror. A text, “My knees are weak, come back.” Ten minutes after my car rolled Away, I tapped the tip of my tongue To my lips, faintly tasting the cigarettes, Dirt, and sweat I pulled off … More Cigarettes, Dirt, and Boys
Grand pianos can take Saturdays off To take a towel to their torsos Remove any dust and start anew. They don’t have to be grand Or great Or a multitude of superlative degree Hyperboles. Extremes Don’t have to write the story. She sits somewhere in the middle of useless and perfect Holding a pen. Releasing … More Grand Pianos
Cobblestone roads lead me through flowered trees. Counting my steps, I wobbled delicately, only Distracted by birds chirping a song I did not know. I did not know why, of all The roads, I walked this distinct path, but choices Were never my forte. Your face creeps Out from behind the trees slowly. I couldn’t … More Cobblestone Goodbye
When I saw the stale, still smoke Through a window showing the rainiest day of our summer, I couldn’t help but think of your brilliant, free soul. You’re stuck, dear– smoke in a hotbox. You’re shivering with excitement with nowhere to go. Us. The pronoun places me next to you in every room, fitting … More Break the Barrier
