Wednesday, May 19, 2021

She Wrote the Day


 I liked to play tea party

As soon as the laughter faded

The other boys diminished to mere pinpoints

That’s when she wrote the day


Eight years, three months

She may have been the one that taught every boy the way, timeless

Her eyes were old world goddess, rapt, penetrating

Her innocence, not a day over her eight years


The universe, our tea party universe

While still full of potential and possibility

Shrank, custom fit to the shape of our energy entwined

And we imagined, oh Lord, did we imagine


Some days I barely remember the sequence of events

Only that, in the end I was filled with the future

Knowing, somehow, that she was the future

If not for me, then at least for the universe

Monday, May 10, 2021

Sugar Baby


     “Come on, try me.”

     She looked up from her phone, rolled her never ending eyes, and sighed a metric ton.

     Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?


     “You’re an idiot. You are never going to pass this class.”

     “One more, one more please? I will let you have the rest of my Sugar Babieees.”

     She grabbed the rest of the Sugar Babies, shook some into her mouth.

     Not in a box, not with a fox.


     She grabbed the Sugar Babies, flipped me the bird and flew down the stairs to the living room.

     I leaned back and stared out the window, glowing in the knowledge that she was my friend.  Best friend even, as long as there was a never-ending supply of Sugar Babies.

For the Propmt "Prosery" at dVerse Poets Pub

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Can I See Your Room?

      I awoke this morning to see that my globe was the size of a marble. My dictionary was open to the page where the word foreign would be.  The definition was cut out. I looked out my window and saw my old friend from Laos.  She was no longer an emoji. I reached for her hand and for the first time, felt how small the world had become.