I’m sorry to your craft beer, but I scan the cocktails.
It’s not that I want a fruity drink— I just can’t pass the citrus.
I’ve seen berries turn what’s sweet to sweeter then melt to nothing,
but my mandarin soul could make a stoic pucker.
Category: Social-Emotional Development
Sharing the Trash Compactor
The man, whose phrase translates
to my grammar if not my custom,
reassures me literally,
Skinny
Dip with me into the lakes,
immersed in murky water, which covers
how far we
have yet to go.
Trust Displace
If I have said the truth permitted and nothing but the truth permitted,
have you seen, in my navigation of social convention,
my honesty? My openness?
Adaptation
Strong and small and fragile and soft,
and always still standing-
Opportunity
I can do
anything,
but sometimes I do
nothing,
Dramatic Flair
Life’s a beef stew,
and what’s a better way
to show what the flavor of a mixture
boils down to
Harbor
Your respect for me stands as tall and immovable
as the cliff. You ebb and flow,
as the lapping waves.
Secret
I hung the skeleton on the outside of the closet.
Funnily enough, the skeleton looked like me.
Pedestal
Your world she’s never entered
over which she was the queen
shakes beneath her every footstep,
though its sky she’s never seen.Read More »
