An addict is an actor, able to look you in the eye, smile, and lie so convincingly that you begin to question yourself.
Nothing stirs but the wind that rattles rain gutters and pulls on the hinges of blistered shutters. A pair of boots has been left out on a patio of gray flagstones, the mud still clinging to their heels like forgotten promises.
Consider my mother gazing out her window
over the kitchen sink as she washes breakfast, lunch,
and dinner dishes for fifty-some years.
You see them there
their arms weary with
holding the guns
withholding their fire
You see them in the light
On this Thanksgiving, I survey all the deliciously delightful people who have touched my life and kudize them all. However, there are four in my personal pantheon that are absolute standouts. Oddly, they are all men.
All morning I groom you with tiny lovenames.
I am a cat, you are my kitten, cowlicked