January 2009
7 posts
dream
The kitten. She knew it needed something - she needed to protect the kitten because it needed…
Infinitesimal hiss…
Where had it gone.
Dream. Couldn’t control a dream.
The house was very large. Many rooms, and filled with old tables, cabinets, chairs - old, all of them - treasures from another day. They were stacked atop each other, careless yet securely wedged - dust, here a...
You are projecting. A woman of greater strength and less grace would take you on, taunt this creature you make of me.
But perhaps a man needs these shields you hold up, pretending they are me.
And perhaps I let you hold them. It is morning, and the day already is too old.
When you leave, I will write out the words that are the woman that I am.
If you never know me, I will remain who I am.
I...
Is it that I think too much?
Or that you do not think enough.
Proffered idly, the woman not looking at the man in the chair across from her. She traced the inner seam of her jeans, that light inch, inch and a half, then pulled back into the gentleness of the line not present, the line the air was writing.
because some things were new
Breakfast. Gazpacho soup and blue corn with sesame chips. Black beans and rice with lush Caribbean ribs.
Pomegranate seeds, crunched and spilling out, red juice on the fingers, red and pomegranate and crunching, laughing from the corner of the mouth.
Ginger.
The boy and last night and the Jamaican ginger beer, that small dark bottle of non-alcoholic. The disappointment, the anger, the...
it is morning
Blue sky - orange cat - pink-blue-white flannel gown. White tissue. Blue towel. Cobalt blue swan with small soaps, garbed in dimestore finesse. Red plaid shirt crushed in a chair across the room. Tree in the distance whose leaves fall.
Sneezing. Yellow slice of lemon last night, dried from sitting out the hours. Dried cranberries, still red, palm of the hand breakfast. Books on a shelf. One teddy...
