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17 of 30. It Takes Two.
I keep watching “It Takes Two,”
marvelling at Kirstie Alley’s eyes,
her subtlety when flinging macaroni
and cheese at Steve Guttenberg.
It is not the most functional love story,
but there are orphan children involved,
mistaken identities, and the possibility
that a family can begin on different continents,
if wealth and poverty were continents,
that is.
I listen to Clarice’s alliterations,
smile at the sing-song meanness
of her blonde hair and skinny wrists.
I do not hate her.
I cannot hate her after
the three stepmother’s
and just trying to get hers.
You should watch the movie.
It might change you.
It might not have changed me at all.
I have watched it three times in the last month.
I don’t know what I’m looking for.
But they say Staten Island.
Say family and hopeful.
They say dissappointment,
and I somehow feel like home.
15 of 30. Haiku Sort of #napomo
I have two days left to write 15 poems. How is that going to work?
Bathing in Kitchens. Something of 30. #napomo
Anna Karenina backstrokes the moon, while my mother bathes Lyndsay in the kitchen sink. I marvel at the bubbles, the glow of outerbridge stretching toward New Jersey. Women’s bodies bend; the heart hardly fits in a cage made of bone; … Continue reading
7 of 30. Resurrection, We (after Bukowski)
We were born into this, children of the curse, every muscle sore from digging. We know lifting, know sweat and survive. We know lonely after making love, bitterness after celebration, the ache of hunger that … Continue reading
This Is Not A Prayer
It doesn’t go away. It gets stronger. Bring me back to life. I am dying in parts. Blue Rock off of Exit 15, through the woods in Harlemville. Water so cold, I could hardly stay dry. The summers were crowded, … Continue reading
Because I have to.
drawing by Niall Dooley Let’s start something, and finish it too, before the herring gets cold or the flowers dry up, let’s try to make a song before summer swallows us up. I hardly know where to begin when miracles … Continue reading
Spring
I have tried to write without a view. The words push themselves into corners and come out whitewashed or shadowed. When my mother tells me to be careful and only wear clothes that flatter me, I try to listen. She … Continue reading
Prayer for Crescendo
The cat found it’s way back to my chest. How it climbed out of the stars and dug its claws in again, I don’t know. I’m tired of the big empty hope. Does it always … Continue reading
Tottenville
I’ve never been good at saying what I mean. This morning took a trip to Staten Island. The aquarium unnatural as a glass eye where sight should be, I wonder when the world will be made whole. How many hours … Continue reading