baby food

cherry blossoms
full moon in a navy blue sky
a gathering of strong, smart women
i haven't been to school in at least a year
my keys no longer work
my ID card now does magic things
and they have since invented ways to cite electronic media
my beautiful bald brown man still works at the library
and it's still the only bus in town where every guy will be most intrigued by the girl sitting alone in the back, lost in her thick book and its big ideas
(they think she doesn't notice them staring, but she feels them, she does)

maybe they are here to make me see
all i need to breathe is light

mystified

resigned

how is it still here?

he saw me smile today

tonight an old man approached and asked where he knew me from
"are you on TV?"
it was the boots, no man can escape their charms
(balanced by the cute $12 on sale dress score)
requisite friendly polite response
his wife was less than impressed

eloquent writings on the ignoring of miracles
one mustn't...it is as simple as this

i don't know what she means
freedom...what did it say to him?
where have they gone?
my eyes burn with the tears of fatigue

variations on the theme of empty
stay, okay?

i miss not being afraid to go to sleep

it ate my fucking couch
in happier news, he reminds me of things I have forgotten
(in good ways)

estuary

now i have to watch the matrix again to see if it's true that my keanu is a bad actor
(he should never, NEVER, do a foreign accent again, that much i concur)

wait and see...
i wish i hadn't lost that song

search party

most of the time i really prefer to be still and quiet
listening...
i trapped the little guy from returning to his home
so now he will die in mine (if he hasn't already)
serves me right

beside myself

calm
storms and moons and armies of fire
showers of magnolia petals
what if this is where the river ends
and not where it left off
travelling upstream
plant some monkeys in the tree
watch the torch light on the other side
finally, dusk has come

little buddha

twenty years later and everything is still pretty much the same
"great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."
that t-shirt saved my sanity then, as being reminded of it does now -
actually a misquote of sir einstein from a 1940 issue of the new york times...
sometimes it's nicer when the poetry wins
even if it's wrong