Poem, “Voluntary Servitude”
Against my will,
I wandered into love
And your frail breasts,
My limbs leaning into
The April rain,
As I kissed the
Mat of your pliant stomach,
Pulling the sun’s faint rays
Into the melting rings
Of my surrender
Poem, “Who We Are”
Something in the bramble
Of who we are
Says, “leave.”
But, curling up
Against each other,
We choose, rather,
To curdle our venom
And false starts
Into slow amnesia,
Domestic chores
And tender rituals
Of coffee breaks,
The evening news,
And late-night snacks.
Poem, “The Unmowed Grass”
The unmowed grass,
In its drowsy gathering
On numb summer days,
Is tethered to the same earth
As the clipped sprig
Reticent in its symmetry
And matted certainty,
But envious of the
Belly-dancing waves
Of green
That freely chant
Under the nickel-plated
Sun.
