Sunday, May 29, 2016

Memorial Daze

Memorial Daze

there in the tawny before glow
when my mind is most lucid
in the mist-creep a chill clinging
as a vine or diverse as a silly
graduation tassel clinging cracking
the mad plaster trap where I have
shelved your leaving me … here –
alone in the tawny before-glow
in the shimmer of tears

Sunday, May 8, 2016

No Smoke There

No Smoke There 
other people’s mothers wore skirts
and high heels even to vacuum –
she – no truck for girly silliness –
my mom wore white
sweatshirts and jeans rolled
at the bottom – bare feet in
she was a waft of Channel #5
and cigarettes bobbing up
and down while she spoke
poking holes at the world with
her index finger – she told me
her friends called her Stretch
because she was so tall …
I knew she didn’t have to reach
to touch
the tip of
the sky
my mother…
some saw just
a kid
“too young to be
in love” – but
I knew ….
I knew ….
the truth
no smoke
no mirrors