One week later…
November 29, 2007
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
the Bush Lecture Tour:
November 28, 2007
gather round the glow that is everywhere
November 27, 2007
small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving
dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving
pick any year
November 26, 2007
I will
November 15, 2007
When I can no longer walk
I will watch.
When I can no longer see
I will listen.
When I can no longer hear
I will tell my stories.
When I can no longer remember
I will make them up.
the God Cage
November 7, 2007
We frame God
in a cage of words
like a monkey
begging for coins.
Halloween
October 31, 2007
The sky is a cauldron!
Little Debbie of Death
February 14, 2007
be my valentine
(with eight twin-wrapped cakes
of corn syrup
processed sugar
processed flour
interesterified palm oil
partially hydrogenated
cottonseed oil
TBHQ
diglycerides
propylene glycol
monostearate
polysorbate 60
red 40
and
twenty three other ingredients –
all for $1.05 )
I will love you forever
(with 3 grams of
artery clogging
surgery producing
medicine funding
saturated fat
per tiny tasteless cake)
you are my sweetheart
(with 26 grams
of system shocking
limb losing
rehab needing
insulin breeding
heart pumping sugar
per two cake “serving”)
dying for Christmas
January 20, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
alone
with her hooks
and tinsel
riffling in the wind
qazse 