#65

at union square
i always carry tiny wads of cash
to give to men in doorways
for whom no doors are open.
they are always much too gracious
considering the cold
and the ridiculous wonder
that while i was enjoying the theatre
they were begging for heat.
i am embarrassed sometimes
for how much i have.
2 healthy boys a husband
my friends a job
a home.
there are not enough ones or fives or even twenties
to make the kind of difference
that matters.
where you are no longer alone
or hungry or cold.
and i am no longer looking for someone to feed.

#35

tonight i left a piece of who i am
on the dance floor 
because Stefani Keys was playing 
and i thought 
man, i wish i could sing like that -
like god was walking 
down an empty road
and someone stopped 
to give him a ride. 
that's a particular sound you know - 
two lanes. one car. and god.