Wednesday, August 28, 2013

"Pieces"

Here an eye
There a foot
Everywhere a piece of me
Not assembled as I should be

What will you do with that part?
I could use it one day
  to walk
  to drink
  to talk
  to think

Maybe you need it more than me
Keep it safe
  in a jar
  in a fridge

Can you hear me?
  CAN YOU?

I know things you don't
  You'll never have the chance
And me?
  I'll dream but never dance

Cut me up
Suck me out
Mother doesn't want me

Saturday, August 17, 2013

"In The Belly"

It is utterly dark
I am utterly alone

I have no space
    no freedom
    no food

I am food

How long has it been?
  Two days?
  Two hours?
  A year?

I am lost
I am blind
I am afraid

It is utterly dark
I am utterly alone

I smell like fish

Sunday, August 4, 2013

"Quiet Observation"

In the waning light of evening,
  I study him
My eyes caress his cheek,
  kiss his head
  (my lips are jealous)
Chest rises,
  falls in rhythm
Tiny fingers clutch
  at nothing
He sleeps
He is innocent
He is my son

Thursday, August 1, 2013

"Little Miss Watson"

Little Miss Watson
lived in Manhattan,
mod'ling her days away
Along came a Goblin,
nabbed her—What a problem!
Spider swung in and saved the day