I can’t remember your face anymore But your wet palm is still in my hand Long ago when we had that motel style apartment On a Virginia street called Ocean View Drive The only place I could bear our affair, I insist You said, the ocean makes your mood blue …

She planned her death, did she All the alleys and tunnels she walked All the poems and sins she wrote Only deeper into the plan, a notebook to death . Did she pace at nights looking for doctor’s pills The prescription to write more poems More poems about death More poems about rowing and folly The awful rowing toward God . How can she not cry When every story is a sad story How can she not love When every evil is an attraction

It was unconditional love until it wasn’t The first smile I found at the dark maternity ward when I bleed The first runaway she took with her baby shoes when I don’t see The first story she wrote for me whispering I love you mommy Was there a time I…

You are the third try, they said, just one more How they wished you were a boy, it is about time You disappointed them without a cry You could have finished the job without a fight Yet you quietly came as a shame, they said Yet you charmed me as…

Imagine the pain from waiting waiting for a call from Gabby, an angel girl The night is long and the clock ticks loud It is 2 am. Is she cold in a far away Wyoming . Angel girl, every adventure leads a path home In your van, you could always…

He moves from room to room Watching the same YouTube channel Certainly and calmly When the world stopped, he did it with precision . Faithful man with the faithful rhythm Every morning he spills coffee at the same time On the same spot on our kitchen countertop Crystal blue is…

You would like to have my husband’s signature After I called you to fix my faucet Ma’am, the man of the house is what we need You would return, you said . Indeed, my man of the house shall come home How could I afford a white cottage in rural…

When the world becomes still My winkles stops crawling My eyes would stare quietly Would I still blame you for the travels I took Would I return to the village where mom is waiting . They said you ought to leave the pond They said ocean is way bluer than green When the world was not this clear and still There is an entire continent to explore There is a sad story to tell . I came here to cry I came here to make love when no one is watching

You said winter is your favorite season From Halloween to Christmas, we made love Like a sailor coming home from war You held my waist when we walked down the Cherry Street Mall That winter, I was your exotic girl . I told you I am lonely and hated the…