June 28, 2008 - Saturday
and August days with hours
He could not compare
– that boy of summer –
to Ra in his brilliance,
blonde hair
spread wide against cool white linens
while we slept
for all there was, was sleep
and innocent nights, few;
but he would stay
– that boy of summer –
a thousand times longer
holding back the winter
with August days
with hours
from which I would awake
dizzy, breathless,
spent
heart sore and not the one.
this girl she is
she never meant to follow
the academic track
or Quest
for knowledge and meaning
to get her life together
however long it took
(and it is taking
overlong)
she never meant
to have a lover
in her bed
for hours, days on end
never meant
a short list of them
or to give her heart
to any
or to feel so cruel
the absence of one
from her bed
even longer
she never meant
to thirst
or dream
or be this girl
she is
June 24, 2008 - Tuesday
over and over
Over
and over
the lyrics
the songs
until one day
– when the lights die
and the words
will spur the rhythm
and the beat will stir
from the depths,
strong in her being –
she will face the dark.
But today she wists
in the half-lit night,
over
and over
the lyrics
the songs
her tears
the dark looming.
June 17, 2008 - Tuesday
sine nauseam
living on tortillas
oatmeal
vitamins
vitamins from the discount store
birth control
from Health Services
ad nauseam
the sight of consumption
without thought
without means
in debt bondaged
oh sweet my life
where guilt is coffee
nine dollars a pound
to wash down
the tortillas
the vitamins
something with taste
to accompany
laughter as I live
sine nauseam
June 14, 2008 - Saturday
the years
I
slim
she walked, eyes cast down
slight and gentle
the cut of her jaw
long blond hair
past her waist
past her hips
slim again
bright the green
Murphy eyes
that girl
of twenty-two, reserved
shy;
the years still ahead
of finding grace in crowds
and ease around men
stunning
any would call you
looking back
though you never knew it
for no one ever told you
II
swaying
she walks,
short blond hair
bright the green
Murphy eyes
shining
lively
a woman
of thirty-eight, alive
full breasts
curves
at the hip
the belly
jaw line full;
behind her
the weight of hours
of finding grace within
and ease around men
lovely
some would call you
though you barely know it
you do try
for friends surrounding tell you
June 6, 2008 - Friday
off the shore of the long forgotten
off the shore
of the long forgotten
battlements of Vieques
far enough
the land was small
I gazed out
upon
a wide vast ocean
and knew
I was just a speck
in it all
June 5, 2008 - Thursday
I had not imagined the first
perhaps I had been waiting
these three odd years for them
these days since
the house now gone
I didn't know it
couldn't
but the fireflies came
finally
in the heat of early June
this eve
and they danced
near enough
yet far away
though only two
they
were still a they
confirming
I had not imagined the first
and on the wind away
away
they drew
in my heart
in the faint lit night
fireflies bright
for which I had been waiting
only never knew
June 4, 2008 - Wednesday
she wonders yes
on occasion
every year
or two or so
she comes
across a heart
she has to touch
then lets them flee
recalls them later
smiles soft and wonders
she wonders yes,
but fleet
