Poem-A-Day #220 : Touch

Touch

Recoil at the touch :

                    but it was my dear name
          pressing its cheek against my hand

A battered dog left on a chain
its neck ringed in sores and scabs

If only surrender were option enough if only
it were not a release our bodies are so transparent
they are mosquito nets made of gold mesh
hanging over a bed of feathers

All of this is to say that they disintegrate upon touch
but they do love to touch

Poem-A-Day #218 : Help Eleanor Come Home

Help Eleanor Come Home

To name happiness is to dissipate it
make it so much smoke in so much humidity

The curl of your lip as you release the quietness inside
as you speak yourself into existence

It knows your name
and none of this is real convince yourself of this

You are the moving moment of real
you are here and here and here

The very air tastes of wine
it drains from the heavens into cups of amber

Into the hollows inside of eggs

Poem-A-Day #216 : On Naming

On Naming

To call it by name
know that it has one - allow it to
hear you call it - it has itness

To pick up the word - place it
in your mouth - a caramel
to melt into you

Is to allow entry into your psyche

To call it by name
is to say that it deserves one - it
is an act of contrition

Observance and
- respect

To ignore the name - to un
a thing - is erasing and denying
and inviting it to assert

Poem-A-Day #116 : Poem for Friday

Poem for Friday

And it rained -
The mountains emptied -
Everything rouged -
Blinked -
Stars -