Thoughts In The Shower
All they say love is, and less; fear and joy and insecurity— And I think of you sometimes in the shower. I can’t lose you like I’d lose the soap; neither can I use you to come clean. All they say love is and more— pain, pleasure and nothing else on my mind.
The Other Woman
Cast cordless into our dream; I am too old and my mother too young. We try to grasp each other through daddy’s veils. I feel her milk in my arteries— A liquid semblance of communication. Bonded, we can’t stand each other, But we love trying.