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
i clocked the watch once and wished its red hand swept across your face i knew i’d want the date
i saw the toy’s hallmark that predates its maker cupid’s bow pointillism it looked best in color
i slipped on a staircase tripped on slippery oak fell into a concrete pool cut and bruised joints
you caught me there held me — rubbed salt into my fresh wounds to heal and to hurt me
a thin black strap is all that holds back the sun when this camera falls it’ll leak light forever
three solid bands form an unbroken bracelet brass never gleamed until becoming a label
holding mine down against white silk, gray wool, graffiti it’s easy to go deep