Poem # 10 of 30
Haiku

Poem # 10 of 30
Haiku


Overnight,
or was it a decade, I’m not sure
I woke to find this woman in my mirror
it took a moment to find my eyes in hers-
to find the little divot in the front tooth
where Duffy bumped my elbow hard
while I drank a bottle of coke in ’67
a glacial shapeshifting scene unfolds
foreshadowing who is to come
my fine, firm ass has given way
to a tight and toned vocabulary
rising, where my breasts once were
is a warrior who has survived
the breaking of her heart
cancer and the thousand cuts from former family
who worked hard to slice me into small pieces
they could wrap in paper napkins
and sneak into the trash-
being inedible bites to their delicate palettes-
a head of unruly root beer and whiskey hair
has become a thinner landscape
and emerging crown of silver
I don’t know this new woman
yet
or all she is capable of doing
but
I have a feeling
we’re gonna to get along
just fine
Poem 8 of 30 Haiku
i was your chapter
year of almost everything
you, you were my book

NaPoWriMo2020 Poem 7 of 30
Haiku
Poem #6 of 30
human movement minimal-
as if everyone but our small tribe
has traveled off planet
and we are left behind
uninvited to what’s happening anywhere else
in isolation
the inner voice yells its agenda
PACE
EAT
CREATE
RESEARCH
do something
do nothing
are they different?
now, in this void of action
left to our own devices
we sit like children
outside the principal’s office
waiting
for a ride home

I was angry
and I let it go
I was hurt
and I let it go
I was worried
and I let it go
I was sad
and I let it go
I was scared
and I let it go
Now,
it’s me
without the reasons why
it will never work-
I am free to begin
unburdened

-Eleven word poem-
Heartbeat
In the silence
Your heart beats
Loud as
the star’s birth

there were no sirens
no practice drill
to ready us for this
like the vapid teen in the slasher film
another fool swaggers out
into the village taunting the threat
unaware he’s brought the killer home
where it will steal the breath
from his mother’s mother
here- north of the world
in this small village
we don’t feel the cold punch of truth
the city dwellers face
here- we can still pretend there is a place
called “Over There”
where that thing happened one spring
we can still imagine
summer waiting
fresh and clear and lush
with night blooming jasmine
and sweet hammock dreams
on a hot August night
and we are all, still, immortal
in our bathroom mirrors
Butterfly wing thin-
This fragile time together
Soon just memory


If you had known
before you signed the book-
agreeing to this mortal life-
that you would know
first hand
first heart
what it would be
to rise up out of yourself in ecstacy-
to fold down into yourself in grief-
that you would hand your heart to someone
who would later, hand it back
scarred, with missing pieces-
the only evidence of an entwined life that would,
forever
define love for you…
If you had known
that those two-syllable words
would start your world
and stop it
in the seconds it would take to say them-
would you have said hello
knowing that goodbye was destined?