mom

had the worst day yesterday.
felt like some bricks came down

thought it was close to the day
wondered
seemed like it

oh yes.
two years already gone
I was drawn to the place
but didn't have time

never seemed to have
enough time
even now
for her

Personal:

I realize,
I am a mere middle aged woman
and not the whole of humanity
and not even THAT attractive
but I'm pretty sure I've got a fatally warm heart.
so understand that
I'm already dead
or dying
so nothing you
could ever do
could possibly harm
me
It's already too late.

fossil

sandstone
rubs the soles

burns
the palms
the eyes

crumbles
erodes
becomes
the thing
that shapes it.

but holds
within

lime stone
cleavage

rest for
the marine
a passive
function

storage
of the story
continuing

every grain
in succession.

I said
and meant
everything.
:-)

shadows

back and forth
shifting
across windy walk

tossed across
a plane
cast by blocking
light

observe
reflect
ambient

sounds
shimmer
and boom

my skin feels
like latex
stretched over
this apathetic armature

passing through
aperture

iris
provision

dust streams
sparkle
he stands
silhouetted
robust
and glittering

time recedes
into heartbeats
and breath

numbered
inventoried
indexed

I look
to comprehend
the whole
of this
elegant
entity

who chooses
to reside
beside
the ensuing
chaos

are you from around here?

you don't address me
like I'd like to be

regarde moi
avec
contempt.

and
why

because
I don't have money?
or
I'm frumpy

what about
my heart?

doesn't that beat all?