Last night there was certain magic that occurred. I slept well for the first in my new apartment. I think there might be a few contributing factors to this happening.
This girl. Frances Maui. A new addition to my life. Smart, fast, beautiful. Kind. Funny. Sleeps under the covers with me.
Homemade Guacamole, Pico and lovely chips.
Slow roasted pork and tofu (Chipoltle peppers, Honey, Molasses, Cumin, Lemon Juice, Cashews, Almonds, Chocolate)
Couscous with Pine Nuts, Cilantro, Onions, and Tomatoes
Beets roasted in Malbec with Molasses, Cayenne and Sea Salt
The People. A lovely bunch. Jo, Luke, Caroline, James, Caitlin and I. And Franny the Cat. Who was on her best behavior. Like always. It filled up my heart, filled up the house, and filled the creaky spaces left with questionable energy with love.
I started writing again. Revisiting poetry from the past year. Sprucing it up. Humaning it. Making it breathe.
One day until wheels leave ground and I am airborne
And two three dancing at the derby and
Three four spine like I will travel down old paths
And old familiar eyes
Angels and batboys both need running shoes
And twenty years later will I say your name?
The house is burning, sweet Jesus- the smoke!
Skywise it puffs up like proud bird and God will go bowling soon
I’ll point my toes toward the red
If only for a day more
A night more
One love at a time at a viper’s speed
Pouncing on heart and freeing the room that was left
Behind years ago
Where falling leaves live, and earthworms the size of
Stormtroopers, cats the size of
Two-stories, hands the size of
And I pause for dreaming
I remember running, running so fast, so far in rain
At six or seven, running in stealth, me and Roberto
Fast with tight white Florida shirts baring
Arms, hands brown
Shorts baring brown legs, dirty knees
(post lizard hunting)
And that lightning could have pounded me in the chest as he
Closed in fast
Closed in grabbing
Arms tight closed in hard and fast
On pink mouth with kiss
And the rain ran down curiosity
The rain ran down a different take on Father
The rain ran down balloons and birthday scotch
I felt tongue muscle slide across wet bottom lip
Fierce Florida destitute forlorn poor kids
Learning the way to longer days
Punching the sky with boredom and new-found
Belly clenching activities
I don’t want to give, I say. I don’t want to
Have to quiet down.
I want to yell it scream it kick it whisper it
Bigger than my life before
I want to swim before and after by MY hand.
I want to keep my words, and my womb and my wicked hands
And throw them slowly to the sea
I want to learn 5 ways to say I desire you.
I want to be silent and only watch.
I want a different take on this all.
I want to rub chocolate on the white house and
Eat from my yard
I want to eat you like a whole almond, he said.
Me and time we see,
And I never knew the shape of trees in a hurricane.
And I love has never left me so full as these years, three
And I wait for your foot on the stair.