Thursday, February 8, 2007

Untitled (no. 6)

is the holly bush
as amazed

as I am
at the hollow sound

its fingers make when
drumming anxiously

at the window
when the wind blows

and the leaves scrape
and feel nothing?

I invite you

to post. yes. you.

Pre-emptive haiku

i think i just might be
sorry later.
(i'm sorry now)

peanut (version one)

eye peanut eye taste peanut i
peanut i taste my peanut i
peanut peanut taste taste i i
taste peanut i peanut taste i
my my i peanut
i my taste peanut taste my eye
i taste peanut in my eye.

peanut (version two)

a strange thing happened today
after eating a small bowl of shelled peanuts
i was in the bathroom removing my contacts
when i tasted peanut in my eye

i said i tasted peanut
in
my
eye

True Story

magical mysteries ago my my mother (master universe her being) put physics watch health on dinner platter serving verbs. choke laugh my past level sister chortle; mascara gushing eye; incisor show; choke laugh chortle chortle for smiles maternal source joke fact: "I don't run. I don't walk. I eat fat."

Thursday, February 1, 2007

temperature

moments later

after i had slammed the door
bit my nails
and clenched my jaws

after i had cleaned out
the old vegetables from the fridge
mopped the floor
buffed and waxed it
at three in the morning

after a thirteen mile run
in the rain, in the cold

it was after i befriended
seven glasses of strong amber

after i had brushed my teeth
walking room to room
standing with one hand on my hip

after i had stared
at my own crunched brow
in the mirror

it was after i decided
that this day was done
and reached toward the lamp
from my bed

that i saw the strand of hair
caught under my thumbnail
a glint of light brown
long curved and wrapped around my finger