“Dancing with an Empty Dress”
I tripped on the badminton net,
tripped the dark,
stripped the bark,
all while an inside-out walking accident.
The cold howls
that we live.
“Dancing with an Empty Dress”
I tripped on the badminton net,
tripped the dark,
stripped the bark,
all while an inside-out walking accident.
The cold howls
that we live.
“Two Blushes”
Let’s watch the leaves freeze
from a swing on the porch.
When the chips fall down,
pray for confetti,
the long rope,
the witch’s twitching toes.
Have you forgotten how to inhabit a torso?
Forgive a million candelabras
forgive me this recipe
of dressing gowns, blue thorns.
There’s poison in the mattress
your negligee
caused a sparrow to crack asunder.
Will this blood leave behind its shadow?
Will you fall in love with me next door?
A dying demon falls forever
through outer space
past the hidden planets.
for Doris Russell (“Nammie”) 8/31/26-12/22/2017
A brook filled with minnows behind your red house, sings to the stars
we set up tents for
after a family reunion day of playing Bocce.
A bird feeder by your breakfast table,
melts blue jays into blueberries
tomato soup and bandaids
pianos and your beautiful handwriting.
Holographic stamps of toucans and charging antelopes send butterflies
soaking in a bowl of envelopes.
We waited for you while canoeing in the lake at Camp Seely,
telling the story of The Monkey’s Paw
around a campfire with s’mores.
And there is still a boardwalk.
Will you hold my hand?
Teach me to tie my shoe again?
It’s time to ride horses
through the hayloft at dusk.
There are still duckpins to shatter.
There is unknown whispering wisdom.