when she says she loves me

he says he loves her and I ask again about her website it’s just a way to make money, he says it’s nothing she’s smart – a business woman a genius her own boss he says they’re going to get married on a beach and run barefoot into the surf afterward she’s the only oneContinue reading “when she says she loves me”

another in a long line of failures

a man feels guilt for his rage and words which came as roars of infantile fury a man sees himself not a man and feels shame a boy he is now loose as dead leaves which the breeze plucks with lightest touch to cast adrift a boy hangs his head kicking the sand at hisContinue reading “another in a long line of failures”

musings upon her funeral dress

These garments are like a tightly packed row of Hers dehydrated, deflated and hung up front to back. Each item was her in a mode, a mood, a moment in time each was chosen by her to reflect the parts of her personality most vibrant and attractive in times when she felt brave. They allContinue reading “musings upon her funeral dress”

faces, voices, touches, memories

sometimes I wonder what ever became of them the black girl that came from France who had the skinniest ankles I’d ever seen the brunette with the husky voice who fucked me in my van she had a tattoo on her back of a butterfly and she wrote me a poem the almost-virgin with theContinue reading “faces, voices, touches, memories”