How to prepare for April April April Oh There might be no way I forgot the sky I forgot the flowers and They remembered me Sun through baby green Veins and scores and unfurling Freckles on your face
Feel the gray sky yawn In a blanket that holds you And will not let go. Find the sky through Clouds thick like pea soup and Dark as the deep sea. The sun will come out Tomorrow will be a new Day to find the joy.
Color curse of what you know Or only what you can see Skewed image of me Starry Night in December Strutting through the snow Street lights shadow your footsteps White pebbles on fur Orchid Unknowingly grace Delicate like warm pastels Folded arabesque
Knuckles red with blood plaster scattered on damp tile Zepplin on the speaker small palms reach for mom torn cloth like palms in the wind manly tears drop down slow gust of summer air pulled from the lungs of youth naive no longer
Cloudy skies are gone Bright sun shining from above It’s t-shirt weather we don’t need jackets The spring air smells like flowers Trees come back to life The grass is greener Students on the crowded lawn Enjoy the warm day
1. Duster in hand gray Cleaning the sins of the world Repeat in a week 2. Seven outfits—washed Folded into a new form, Ready to go again 3. Searing water builds On hands and dishes alike Born again anew 4. Packed into neat bags This week is now thrown away— Memories in bins
my purple lips and red fingers; you pull my hand into your pocket dreams play through the wind soft grass tickles my earlobe don’t forget this one 1, 2, 3, heartbeat half-ripe apple plucked too soon who am i to you? vermillion door i cannot reach her from here hand through the window
1. Why me? Why me? Why? Oh but what could it be now? Again and again. 2. Anniversary. But will he forget again? Ugh. Just like last year. 3. Determination. So I know I can do this. Rise to the challenge.
1. six in the morning rainbow light along the walls sunrise in window 2. shoes strewn everywhere vodka still missing its cap who left their jacket? 3. alexa, press play what’s the temperature now? will it rain today? 4. eyeliner from floor pants from under bed. advil. sweeping, wiping, clean.
a pounding windstorm lying soft as though i can against the debris swirling full and bright stepping forward taking hold debris in the eye some sort of clean break breaking against my hard skin storm becoming wind
1) In the office there Is an orchid on the desk kissing the window 2) The inbox blues die When the mail run calls through the blue, breathing doorway. 3) Flinch for the peep at the door. The printer jammed an hour before exams. 4) The five minute stretch. The three minute phone glancing. The last dash til four. 5) You miss it when it leaves you. Sticky note staff room, blank as an abyss.
My dog and I dash Through billowing grass, windswept, Like our own soundtrack. She runs, as if wild, Hooves thundering to the beat Of allegro wind. Two red leaves, falling, Are dance partners to some sad Song I cannot hear. The gusts of wind-song Soften to a low whisper To caress my skin.
1. A three leaf clover The wrong place and the wrong time It is just my luck 2. I found a penny But I didn’t pick it up What about my day 3. Seven, Seven, fruit One away from a jackpot No money left now
How to prepare for
April April April Oh
There might be no way
I forgot the sky
I forgot the flowers and
They remembered me
Sun through baby green
Veins and scores and unfurling
Freckles on your face
Feel the gray sky yawn
In a blanket that holds you
And will not let go.
Find the sky through
Clouds thick like pea soup and
Dark as the deep sea.
The sun will come out
Tomorrow will be a new
Day to find the joy.
Color
curse of what you know
Or only what you can see
Skewed image of me
Starry Night in December
Strutting through the snow
Street lights shadow your footsteps
White pebbles on fur
Orchid
Unknowingly grace
Delicate like warm pastels
Folded arabesque
Knuckles red with blood
plaster scattered on damp tile
Zepplin on the speaker
small palms reach for mom
torn cloth like palms in the wind
manly tears drop down
slow gust of summer
air pulled from the lungs of youth
naive no longer
Cloudy skies are gone
Bright sun shining from above
It’s t-shirt weather
we don’t need jackets
The spring air smells like flowers
Trees come back to life
The grass is greener
Students on the crowded lawn
Enjoy the warm day
1.
Duster in hand gray
Cleaning the sins of the world
Repeat in a week
2.
Seven outfits—washed
Folded into a new form,
Ready to go again
3.
Searing water builds
On hands and dishes alike
Born again anew
4.
Packed into neat bags
This week is now thrown away—
Memories in bins
my purple lips and
red fingers; you pull my hand
into your pocket
dreams play through the wind
soft grass tickles my earlobe
don’t forget this one
1, 2, 3, heartbeat
half-ripe apple plucked too soon
who am i to you?
vermillion door
i cannot reach her from here
hand through the window
1.
Why me? Why me? Why?
Oh but what could it be now?
Again and again.
2.
Anniversary.
But will he forget again?
Ugh. Just like last year.
3.
Determination.
So I know I can do this.
Rise to the challenge.
1.
six in the morning
rainbow light along the walls
sunrise in window
2.
shoes strewn everywhere
vodka still missing its cap
who left their jacket?
3.
alexa, press play
what’s the temperature now?
will it rain today?
4.
eyeliner from floor
pants from under bed. advil.
sweeping, wiping, clean.
a pounding windstorm
lying soft as though i can
against the debris
swirling full and bright
stepping forward taking hold
debris in the eye
some sort of clean break
breaking against my hard skin
storm becoming wind
1)
In the office there
Is an orchid on the desk
kissing the window
2)
The inbox blues die
When the mail run calls through the
blue, breathing doorway.
3)
Flinch for the peep at
the door. The printer jammed an
hour before exams.
4)
The five minute stretch.
The three minute phone glancing.
The last dash til four.
5)
You miss it when it
leaves you. Sticky note staff room,
blank as an abyss.
My dog and I dash
Through billowing grass, windswept,
Like our own soundtrack.
She runs, as if wild,
Hooves thundering to the beat
Of allegro wind.
Two red leaves, falling,
Are dance partners to some sad
Song I cannot hear.
The gusts of wind-song
Soften to a low whisper
To caress my skin.
1.
A three leaf clover
The wrong place and the wrong time
It is just my luck
2.
I found a penny
But I didn’t pick it up
What about my day
3.
Seven, Seven, fruit
One away from a jackpot
No money left now