Like a Diamond

The past hold little glimmer in your eyes
All those dead things
Floating up to the surface
You don't understand my necrophilic wonder

Holding our history up to the light

Oh, the refractions on the walls we've painted
Reliving that moment you floated me 
Across the floor of the Korean bar
You kept eyes on me, I kept mine on you
You don't undertand why 
I spend time learning old tongues
Oh, the joy of hearing cognates in my mouth

December 26, 2021

her birth was one of trauma

resulting in a too-soon-poop

swallowed

it's name: meconium aspiration syndrome

or so i think

but what do i know about babies 

or birthing them

this baby's pictures feature

a respirator and a specially sized tube up her nose,

her oddly big baby nose

she has the goldilocks of noses, 

with a breathing tube just right

we were crying until 

that nose

a doctor said

my, my, what a nose

Gold Run

Time equals mood I measure one

spell of mood as I measure your one good eye

though I can't assume to know what is

your good eye both of mine are bad so bad

I almost went headlong into the J train stanchion

at Bushwick and Myrtle I was so sad then driving

round in the dark not knowing how depression

dulls the senses a mole in a Saab, subterranean,

my sight failing with the sigh of folding stanchion

a boxer drawn down to one knee wondering

for how long should one remain between both states

before some friendly umpire calls it

FRIEND MEMORIES

My mother at the kitchen table, tethered

to the twisty phone cord, tethered to her friends,

Smoking, laughing, so many words to listen to,

so much to say.

winding myself around her legs at first, 

soaking in her habits.

Eventually a cordless phone let her wander

through the garden where i watched from afar,

Repelled by the smoke, attracted to the laughter.