Boundaries
It is not enough to step through the night enclosed in our separate bodies; your arm floating across my back, your fingers lost in my hair. The darkness parts before us and slams shut as we pass with absolute finality. I cannot see the orbit of your eyes, the dark side of your face, the wisp of cloud behind your ear. You press me to your side, close as a wing and I seep through my skin to lodge between your flesh and the air, surrounding you like water around a drowning child. I grasp your hand, reminding myself I am real. As real as the night. As real as you. And we are both alone, and we are both alive stranded like sand under this moonless starless sky.
The Apartment House At Night
Under an icy moon two cats chase each other up and down the hall like small infinite horses while everyone sleeps behind shut doors except for one woman whose head is bowed whose breast is lifted by her own cupped hand to meet her own small mouth.
Ode To My Hips
Move over boy these hips are coming through! These hips’ll knock you off the street if you don’t make room for them to move! These hips sway these hips sashay these ain’t no Brooke Shields teenage boy size 3 ½ slim hypocritical hips — these hips are woman hips! These hips are wide these hips hypnotize these hips fill a skirt the way the wind fills a sail. These hips have chutzpah — they think they can change the whole world! When I take these hips out for a walk on the street and the sun is shining and my bones are gleaming I place my hand on these two hips and know they speak the truth.
