Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. XIII

Treading Water

Dark things lie

In the dark

Of the sea:

What was,

Once was, and

Can never be,

Undulating in

Strange disconnected

Trails of tulle, so —

Far — so shadowed —

Down there in the dark

Of the dark dark sea —

The pads of my feet

Are so small, so bare,

And so white.

Loves

I wore your love

Like a worn-out winter

Coat in mid-July,

Sweat-stains in the armpits,

A two-sided zipper

Stuck both ways.

By the time January came,

You were gone, took all the

Winter gear in town with you.

But I — I learned to dance

In the snow naked as a goddess,

Garlanded in flesh-pink

Heartsong,

Apple-fresh, pure,

Mine.

The Only Answer I Can Offer You at the Present Moment

My Silences

Have always been

My loudest

Screams, the

Chambers

Of my Mind

My safest Havens.

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