Sunday, June 4, 2017

To dust

I wore my favorite dress today
Colors bright and true
To make me feel a part of things
To bring a different hue 
Than just the blue

I even wore the earrings 
That match quite perfectly
Colorful polka dot butterflies
Can't even make me see
The bright in me

I told them all to go away
The lovers and the friends
I said I'd be in touch sometime
But we all know how it ends
No real amends 

So when you see me walking
Slowly to your door
Know that I'm quite fragile
Though also I am more
worth waiting for

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Cherry bomb

Cool cherries
Juicy and plump
Luscious flesh
Bursting and gushing
Sweet pink juice
Down my lips
And fingers

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Heart Throbs

Feeling abysmally lonely.
Although lovers are easily enough available,
I feel compelled to blow them
off and leave them longing,
While my heart throbs for something more substantial, someone to please who pleases me too.  

Friday, May 5, 2017

Blue

I cried on my yoga mat this morning
Mourning
All the love I've lost
My family
My home
Lovers
Friends
Bridges I've burned
People I've hurt
Those who hurt me
And I realize
Slowly
As if under water
My thinking is swimming
In a vast ocean of blue
That you
Reflect what I can't see
A mirror image 
Of all that is missing in me

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Ode to feeling bloated in the bath

Oh, chocolate covered potato chips
you naughty devil
you delightful coupling
of salty and sweet
firm and crisp yet creamy and smooth
you make my knees weak
but I can't help noticing
the way you make me feel
deep inside.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Mira Mar

Sometimes a memory will just unhinge me.  

For some reason I just thought about the name my Mom gave our homestead,

MiraMar Farm,

Means "Look at the Sea"

A reminder to look for the beauty, even when it seems distant.

Now lost entirely 

To someone else's memory.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Honest to a fault

My honesty compels me to tell
The rest of the story
The dirty laundry
That only the child of a hopeless
Alcoholic anonymously can know
How I felt ashamed
Scared
Flawed
To my very core
Guilt like a pair of concrete boots
Dragging me down 
To the bottom
Rock bottom
I met you there 
And I wept
While you slept
On the floor
Cigarette still in hand
Like a little flare
A cry for help
In that big empty old house
Now nothing more than a memory
That haunts me still 
No matter how far I run
Away.