dream

when night cuddles
your mind
to sleep and the
stars sing a lullaby
to the thoughts
that wrestle
for space
until none
are remembered

quiet embodies
your slowing breaths

you dream
of a lily pad pond,
a magic frog,
a candy necklace
you nibble slowly
and share with a friend
in your tall meadow

on each side of a see saw
a bright sun sparkles
up your sleep
until the return
of day

see me

let the curtains close
the fans bid farewell
to an evening of
fancy, fabulous

of tea party glamour,
elegant gowns,
adorned with gems
majestic, fake,
enthusiastic smiles
capped and crowned,
gleaming white

let the curtains close
let's say good night
whisper
the sound of loneliness
into the wind
into the empty
corners of the
halls and halls
where no one lives
but people lie

let the curtains close
and the people rest
don't look at me
I'm not my best
this day is old,
my skin turned gray
don't look at me
in the light of day

twilight is
what I prefer
no morning glare
no evening dull

the curtain will open
just press pull
we'll all glisten
maybe even listen
to this play's
determined plot
where we all have
a part, a life
a lot

glimmer

Foil the character
wrap the sandwich
take apart the plot
and put the people back together
like a reunited rock band

the world will shine
the world,  a star
filled with music, love
a glimmer of hope to
disperse among the lands
like newly transformed
caterpillars

we, a butterfly, can
fly with our colors
fly together
fly free
peacefully
in the winds
of hope

walk of shame

first, he called my name
and so I ran, I came to the door
with a grin so big that it
raced from one side of the room
to the next

my grin, a racetrack
and I kept circling around him
and got dizzy
so I fell

I woke up, my lipstick
on his cheek
wondering many things,
like  

where am I?

where is home? 

everyone saw me,
I know they did
as I did the walk
of shame in
the November mist

the last of the
auburn leaves
scrunching into confetti
under my feet
as everyone
heard me walk
the three blocks back
to my brick apartment

me vs. internet

i called the internet
and said
can i have my time back?

set yourself free

but you are keeping me up

turn me off

wait, I have more questions, like
what is the meaning of life?
what should I eat tonight?
are carbs really bad?
do GM0s cause infertility?
You seem to know everything
tell me please,
so I can have my time back

you seem to have mistaken me for God
i know only as much as you believe in me

hopes

in hopes that you remember
 me
I've drawn your name -
a safety pin carving
on an eroded rock
that surfaced
 from the sea

maybe you'll
  remember me

 in hopes that you
still dream my name
even though
nothing's the same

I've printed your name
next to the shore
where sand crabs dance,
and search for more

in hopes that
 you
   remember me
I'm waiting here
alone, off shore
leaning up
against my door
I wait, I wait
for the phone to ring,
a single knock,
a simple note,
a sos from a boat.

in hopes
  that you
    remember
       me

the next morning

the scent of lilies and lemon
lingered in the air
and on my skin.
After she left-
I was quiet, still,
so that the shadow
of her scent
would stay

the morning breeze
swooped through the curtains

forcefully
and the smell,
and the light
of the rising sun
faded her citrus
blossom remainders

I cuddled closer
to the pillow she used,
I smelled my own
cheek to see if she
was still there

If she arrives again,
I'll set out
empty jars to capture
 her aroma

she is the air
and I her breathless vessel

baby miracles

a baby's first yawn
is the morning.

his first word, a
a sunrise -
awaiting paint

a clean mind -
a blank slate

baby's breath
in a vase
to fill out
the rest

baby's breath
on your shoulder
to fill the heart
in your chest

clean baby hands
and the smell
of his head

oh, if he'd just
go to bed

return to it

a smile worth
waiting for
will make you
think forever of
its curve

you will return to it
while wrapped in
your sheets

you will return to it
while passing by
her street, lined with
newly planted trees
and plain mailboxes
with numbers

you will return to it
when you roll over
 to snooze your alarm

you will return to her
again and maybe
you will return to
each new day

you will ask her
for her hand
and she will
return to you

a circle complains

I am not square
I wish I was a triangle
If I was a diamond,
I'd be too sharp

I keep going on
and never  end
with every turn
comes a new bend

I am too round
to be called an oval
too flat
I could be a jar
if I were I cylinder
but being a circle
oh, it does hinder

too much to do

when I found myself
packed to the brim
with papers and such
falling over and off
the piles from which
they were stacked

i knew soon
I too would be the
next to topple over
if I did not
shred the stacks
and cut the piles
in half

and so I did
and glad I was
to evacuate
the mess

i headed out,
fancy hair
in a dress
and smile
to impress

and danced and danced
the night away