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.