Be Kind

I need to know what keeps rewinding movies of mine.

What drives the romance

back and starts this warped and blinding reel

another time?

Sneaking in my cabinets - those monoliths

remember gigantic bathrobes, munching popcorn.

What agenda crouches in my family

videos and sets them squealing

once I leave the room?

Some Rises

Are made for waking before anyone

and wrapping up in their breath.

For brewing a hot pot of expectation

to dip the day in.

Late sleeping, dream-drunk roommates

make the best friends: Peaceful.

Independent. No-maintenance.

No expectations to heel to. No pretending.

Which is great, but still I ache to be somebody's main event;

I, too, want day to break on a budding love story.

But this morning is cold, and meant to be solitary.

for a stranger

Our bodies are severely interrupted bridges,

stubbed ends lopped in half,

trembling to exceed their finite digits.

Our clumsy-elbowed, halting embrace cringes

and remembers in an awkward laugh,

our bodies are severely interrupted bridges.

Our palms grip each other's fringes

(like lungs would squeeze a tight breath,

trembling) to exceed their finite digits.

My tongue is stuck with fearful stitches,

mumbling in its wounded bath,

"Our bodies are severely interrupted bridges."

Brushing close, our thighs fidget

and spasm, like flicking tails of numbered calves,

trembling to exceed their finite digits.

And all our youthful hopes have hinges.

To torque them is a risky craft.

Our bodies are severely interrupted bridges,

trembling to exceed their finite digits.