July 11th, 2010
you got cinnamon peepers
spicy little saucers in your sockets
when you smile, your peeper holders crinkle
down, down, down
cute crow’s feet stompin’
happy stomps stompin’
down to your cheeks
you got cinnamon peepers
spicy little saucers in your sockets
i wanna pop ‘em in my mouth
i wanna slip ‘em in my pockets
save ‘em for later
savor them forever
your lovely, loving spicy cinnamon peeps.
July 11th, 2010
i lay my finger across
the alcove above your chin
and rock it back and forth
gently, just to make sure it fits
rock, rock, rock
sure enough, it fits.
it’s a sunny day
and you are driving
“look at that cloud,”
you say pointing.
“it looks like a giant penis.”
i look at the cloud
sure enough, it does.
swish, swish, swish
go the tails of the horses
in the blurry fields.
the sun just hid
behind a cloud that looks like a cloud.
but i know it will come out again,
sure enough.
July 8th, 2010
i woke up this morning
and ate two blueberry pancakes
with maple syrup
agave nectar and butter.
i had about eight sips of metropolis coffee
and read celebrity gossip.
i love the way your neck feels
between my palms while i kiss your face.
you have big soft lips
like the blueberries in my pancakes,
which is probably why i always
have to fight the urge
to bite them.
i said goodbye to you while
you were getting out of the shower.
you had little water droplets
all over your body.
i wanted to squoosh them.
April 8th, 2010
ten little fingers
ten little toes
twinkling on this little person i will never know
you were a sprout on my tree branch, little Ar
you were a tender pulse in my heart.
you learned to crawl
when i wasn’t looking
you learned to walk
while i learned to fall
and when i caught -
i said,
when i caught -
that catch in my throat
you were already running.
one in front of the other
left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot
pump those little arms
hurry! hurry!
that way!
toward away!
ten little fingers
ten little toes
there they go
this sweet little person
i will never know
ten little fingers
ten little toes
she, whom i will never hold.
December 31st, 2009
i followed you out the door
on a tuesday
by wednesday, you’d swallowed
the bear whole
and were speaking fluently
in growls
wednesday evening you bit me
on my thigh
and left black and blue
teeth marks in my flesh.
May 31st, 2009
sometimes i wanna
brush the tiny blonde
hairs in your ears.
they are so cute and
i think they would
like to be brushed
by a little brush
just their size.
then i would kiss them
one by one and
your ear would blush
and i would smile.
May 31st, 2009
super small nose sparkle
on a super cool
marching band fan.
bellies are big and jeans are tight.
fuzzy little kitten wearing
a beach blanket to keep warm.
aint nothing but a rainbo.
May 31st, 2009
here you are guinness,
dark and tasty on my tongue
there you are soft foam on top,
sitting there all chill
like the hipster that just
walked by with a silly fro
and thick-rimmed glasses
trying to rock a wool sweater
and cords at the end of may.
glide, glide, little hipster.
your black reebox are so ironic.
May 31st, 2009
we were at a kitchen table
in a public place.
you were smiling next
to your new full asian girlfriend.
you were holding a baby. you and i
laughed together. it had been awhile.
i took the baby out of your arms
and gave you a loaf of french bread
instead. you cradled it and laughed.
this is funny but it’s really,
really sad too.
probably more sad than funny.
but it was good to see you.
May 28th, 2009
a giant beast polar bear
with crazy saucer eyes
lunged at me
and i stuck my hand
in its mouth,
my fingernails scraping
into its gums
i could feel the bear’s saliva
dripping down my arm
and i wondered how
much longer i could
keep him from devouring me whole.
i wondered if his belly
would sound like an echo.
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