* amor vincit omnia *
Walk
Air hangs heavy on salty skin
like soggy breath of dog
who strains at leash
attentive, twitchy
entranced by cat
ensconced in bush
alight with tiny flying fires.
Rasp of sandal
against pavement
against concrete
against asphalt
is muffled in muggy dim.
Dark sneaks softly after dusk
hinting breath of fresh
puffing hopeful waftings
through dogged panting air
that rolls like damp
tongue against
salty skin.
28 June 2005
Bad Mother
From his velvet throat rumbled tiny
delicious portraits of
his children
and I was struck by how
little
I have written about
mine
because clearly I am a
Bad Mother, as I am
a Bad Mother when
I give them cornflakes instead
of eggs and bacon
or boxed
macaroni rather
than sauteed vegetables
and brown rice.
When I sit at the computer
while they watch some television program
which is always educational
even the advertising
one way
or another
I realize quite fully that I am
a Bad Mother for not
sitting with them.
When I spend my time writing the
ten thousand things
in my head that are
as this is
something other than
my children
it can only be because I
am a Bad Mother.
8 July 2005
Blue Freshness
It is difficult to explain
to someone who has never
worked an outdoor venue
the small but wonderous
joy
of being first
to use a freshly cleaned
privy:
toilet paper roll
as yet unwrapped.
11 July 2005
Walk
Air hangs heavy on salty skin
like soggy breath of dog
who strains at leash
attentive, twitchy
entranced by cat
ensconced in bush
alight with tiny flying fires.
Rasp of sandal
against pavement
against concrete
against asphalt
is muffled in muggy dim.
Dark sneaks softly after dusk
hinting breath of fresh
puffing hopeful waftings
through dogged panting air
that rolls like damp
tongue against
salty skin.
28 June 2005
Bad Mother
From his velvet throat rumbled tiny
delicious portraits of
his children
and I was struck by how
little
I have written about
mine
because clearly I am a
Bad Mother, as I am
a Bad Mother when
I give them cornflakes instead
of eggs and bacon
or boxed
macaroni rather
than sauteed vegetables
and brown rice.
When I sit at the computer
while they watch some television program
which is always educational
even the advertising
one way
or another
I realize quite fully that I am
a Bad Mother for not
sitting with them.
When I spend my time writing the
ten thousand things
in my head that are
as this is
something other than
my children
it can only be because I
am a Bad Mother.
8 July 2005
Blue Freshness
It is difficult to explain
to someone who has never
worked an outdoor venue
the small but wonderous
joy
of being first
to use a freshly cleaned
privy:
toilet paper roll
as yet unwrapped.
11 July 2005
