June 13, 2011

He struggled

The smell of air leaving, the sound of coffee and cigarette,

The pinch of loneliness—(a little hook behind the bellybutton).

The sight,

(not the feel)

of coins on a solitary little plate.

He struggled,

Fought the straight line of poplar trees.


June 1, 2011


Sun drenched and spinning, she tells me

You survive me, dig

Your toes deep into earth and

Saturated soil,

Hold on tight, she tells me.