Wednesday, July 19, 2017


I look down 
at my kitchen floor, 
silvery marks on the tile 

made by the legs of the dining chairs 
being pulled and pushed, 
back and forth.

I remember having a packet of green, felt
floor protectors in the drawer of the table
where the Crosley sat atop.

I'm playing Billy Joel's "Piano Man" 
on that turntable right now,
but it's sitting on a bookcase. That table,
that table is from a different life. 

The record plays amazingly well,
no scratches or skips,
none at all.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Bird Face

When I die, I want my Bird Face
picture blown up to movie screen size
projected on a wall wherever
my memorial may be held.

I want to be remembered
as I was before
life stole my ability to be myself.

When I hadn't learned
shame, embarrassment, hurt.

Before false friends, school bullies, body shaming.

Alternating between food binges, laxatives, starving
myself. Labels: Big Nose, Fatty, Bad Association.

Before self-righteousness, arrogance, and disfellowshipping.

After turning 50, going grey,
not giving a fuck.

Post Scriptum

That is who I am.