2 poems
door in our place i never open out of fear and too much want touch the knob — i am shocked
sounds like a party in there but where is my invitation? missing out doesn’t scare me
sometimes, it’s open a crack scents from the kitchen waft my favorite dish on the menu
i give up. nothing better to do splayed on gray wool, rubbing nothing matches their rhythm
the guests tire, it swings open streamers and confetti spilling must be my job to clean ’em up
do i have to belt you? to overcome a bubbling or are my words enough to staunch the flowing from leaking fountains
pleasure is never free, even when it is a gift. beg me with honeysuckle pollination. allergies. only believe in denial.
muscle tension, hunger. dew’s wetter than rain. desperate questions tie barricade tape tighter. no. a complete sentence
the longer we wait here clock hands move slowly waiting, praying on the dripping limestone tile a sacrifice in purpose.
release is for the weak but you are strong, no? every drop metered out. are you grasping at it? there isn’t a shortage.
don’t ask me again, now you know my answer love age years in the bottle our flavor concentrates only believe in denial.