MCC

How very
hard
to boil

you.

How very hard
to bevel you.

A mirror. Agitation. A frog in a hole.

AGAIN, AGAIN

I’m full on grain,
it is the end,
some music so familiar, always,
and then it ends,
some feelings
are from movies,
and then they end,
quaking hands,
wet blue paint,
our ramble talk,
the idle car,
some salts, some smells,
will always bring
back forever point,
where we decide,
to be much better,
before the
end.

more than friends

curl up next to me
i'll keep you warm
i love you

i want to see you
i'll fly there
if you let me know
where you are

the couch isn't as comfortable
as you'd like it to be

your oldest is still
confused
and happy
and sad

it's not easy to wake up at
six in the morning
talk to you at nine

you look beautiful
your face looks beautiful

i hope i see you tonight

poo?

there is something at the bottom of the closet
it looks like a large pile of feces
too big to be mouse turds
even a rat could not produce that
feels hard like something melted
and formed into that coiled shape
could it have been a snake?
no, definitely not or we'd see some dried up skin
better get the custodian to scrape it out
but seriously
what on earth could that hard chocolate brown coiled up pile be?

On Riverside Road

Ilya in the empty train sitting in his wet pants.

I do not really have faith in Vivi, or Grace, or Bella.

Their bossiness frightens me.

Zoe, you frighten me with your careless smile.

Stefan I trust you with your grandpa

from the old country,

your sloping nose.

And Ilya, quiet. Ilya, alone.

I still can't believe your parents met on a midnight bus to Georgia

Vermont

Festive

it all turned out.

Hacked in mid-motion

and going nowhere, briefly.

But festive. My ears were up.

And I was bright and I was

not volatile to

post-meal surprise:

stripped messages of denial,

naysayers in the knapsack

and brought on and kept going

but not being fed our inappropriate

acquisitions.

What is dry and knotted

and straw sinew

and burning.

I've suffered for the little that I see,

but I am glad I see you doing this.

I am glad that there is nothing

wrong with us.

Finally.

Slight affirmation but it's

a soggy fire and a tent by headlight

and a petulant car.

Shower exchange,

rock interaction,

unlikely keeper,

a view,

and no-one, and no-one,

no third wheel,

and no-one,

no third wheel and

one

by

one.

Nothing is wrong with us.

I held on to the wheel, a suck of relief,

and thought about that as the weather turned

and we drove gamely on.