#42

i dont drink but tonight
i wore a missile toe and mimosa t-shirt
with the arms cut off
to qualify for the ugly sweater party.
all of my friends are beautiful.
they donned their santa-riding-a-unicorn sweaters
and acrylic reindeer shells
and tried to neutralize their exquisiteness with Tacky - 
but it is just impossible.
one friend showed me an app 
where she could wipe her screen with her index finger
and she swore it was erasing our wrinkles.
i could not stop laughing.
not because i couldn't tell the difference
but because i thought it was so damn funny
that she would try to erase the wrinkles
on a photo
of something so imperfectly perfect already.
plus it was the way her finger rubbed back and forth
naive almost, the finger,
i could barely take it.
friendship cannot be measured in cocktails poured
or hors d'oeuvres served
or even sweaters worn.
but little fingers on screens
and white elephant re-gifts
and the magic of reading the bill
held out three feet in front of you...
one eye closed for squinting
the other shot full of love.
girlfriends are just the best.
there is no other way to say it.

#22

my child is poet
though he hates to be called one.
says every mom 
thinks their kid is a genius.
meanwhile, he's writing lines
that strip flesh from bone -
about his 92 year old grandfather -
about honor
about home.
i see that words are just a tool for him
like a baseball mitt
or a pencil
or food.
maybe he is on to something - 
this ambivalence towards words. 
skips magic pebbles across the pond 
while i dig around in the dark
looking for the perfect stone.

#11

please don't tell anyone
but i have a Chiweenie. 
his name is Felix. 
Felix is a small appetizer
of a dog - 
a little Fifi -
a tiny Foo.
He tries very hard to speak to me
with leaps and racing,
a cocked head, a shiver,
a whine.
When I returned home from work today
he tore circles around me in delight
and said, unabashedly,
"I left you a tootsie roll 
near the door." 

 

#8

today a lovely stranger 
collecting beauty
gave me a plant. 

she had grown a little tree
from a cutting - 
knowing, just like magic -
how to do such things.

because her manner had moved me,
i brought my new friend a box of chocolates
and she asked 
"how did you know?"

i think inside every single person
is a part of you breathing.

you should see how alive our tree is.