I am a flirt.
I love sex.
I don't get much
very often
anymore.
I used to have a lot.
I've had some recently
I can't say
anymore.
repercussions
ya' know?
I am "me too,"
but I still
love sex
and want more.
The Edge of Erie
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Friday, October 13, 2017
Greetings
I keep a pair of black gloves in my linen closet
for use when dying my hair.
Every time I open the door, the suction
causes the fingers to wave.
This startles me - - - - every time. I don't move
them.
This is the only salutation I see
most days.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Crosley
I look down
at my kitchen floor,
noticing
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.
at my kitchen floor,
noticing
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
unedited
I wear
a $150 watch on my left wrist
a gift to myself
a gift to myself
for my 45th year of birth
10 years ago
$12 earrings in my ears a gift to myself
just now
tattoos
I'll show them to you
rock your cradle
diamonds for gold
just now
tattoos
I'll show them to you
rock your cradle
diamonds for gold
post all relationships ever
different worlds
Greg Allman died
so did Adam West
I don't know where this is going
or for that matter
anything else
so did Adam West
I don't know where this is going
or for that matter
anything else
Over the Hill
Keep the lights low
it's better that way
you won't see
the bags
under my eyes
or the wrinkles
on the tops of my
inner thighs.
Keep the lights low
I'm a hill
you haven't climbed.
My experience
your energy
Now we're both
over it.
it's better that way
you won't see
the bags
under my eyes
or the wrinkles
on the tops of my
inner thighs.
Keep the lights low
I'm a hill
you haven't climbed.
My experience
your energy
Now we're both
over it.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
passive-aggressive
pas·sive-ag·gres·sive
adjective
adjective: passive-aggressive
- of or denoting a type of behavior or personality characterized by indirect resistance to the demands of others and an avoidance of direct confrontation, as in procrastinating, pouting, or misplacing important materials.
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