Garage |
After you leaveSlam cardoorSlam housedoorYour garage grows furSilence rings like jazz being born,like the vacuum of a pregnancy gone wronglike the end of a cigarette screaming.It's the cold of a Jack ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:28:00 GMT |
After the Wedding |
Your distance is an echo,an empty yawn that stretches days as tight as tendons.I hide in matinees and merlots--fill the ache with manicures and summer sales,Lifetime television and watching the neigh...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:23:00 GMT |
How We Manage |
Your skin tonight against me was electric, scattering vibrations like music across my arm. It danced its light quietly between us, our little secret that hands-down we couldn't ignore.
At least ...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 07:20:00 GMT |
Gameboard |
Crazy that your hands shook today when I opened that door to your surprise a month out of nowhere, a month of elephant-sized questions sitting on your counter, your shoulder, on your desk, your papers...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:27:00 GMT |
Cystitis Haiku |
Sick with U.T.I.
Need someone to hold my hand
While I sit and pee.
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 16:55:00 GMT |
The Morning After |
Here's my torment.
You. Me. Two blue shots rimmed with sugar.
It's Friday night, jeweled with want
and your mouth is this piece of fruit that asks to be bitten.
We're fueled ...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 10:14:00 GMT |
Sashimi |
Your house is velvet wallpaper and shag carpet, whispering of childhood--your good report cards, boisterous family dinners, the stuff that made your parents proud. This is where you are now, and...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 01:28:00 GMT |
The Match |
Rain beats a crazy game outside the restaurant front windows, blowing umbrellas inside out like a Marilyn Monroe dress, scattering the Sunday paper into inky tumbleweed along the gray sidewalks.
...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 19:39:00 GMT |
I Give Great Head |
This is what he told me last night. "You give great head." That's what it's all about, isn't it? Get your mind out of the gutter first thing, though, before you read on. He did...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 04:34:00 GMT |
What I Did |
What I did. Damn it. Not cool. Summer steams my windows close to midnight. I can't bear this heat. No excuse. Comcast jazz sinks into my living room, saunters into ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:34:00 GMT |
