Strong and small and fragile and soft,
and always still standing-
Tag: poetry
#ally #enlightened
The stranger said, “My name is Ken.
What can I ask the god of the universe for, for you?”
I said, “I need my husband to land a job
that pays some bills while preserving his health.”
Ken said, “You don’t understand your plight
as a woman in our sexist world-
Opportunity
I can do
anything,
but sometimes I do
nothing,
Vegas, baby
My face flashes from grimacing to batting lashes,
from hope to fear, from please to thanks,
to challenging, to I
Flagrant
Topless with the windows open.
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.
Outsider Complex
Sometimes I would like to be a hero—
Clean-handed, showing up,
averting eyes while all the villains
fall on their own swords.
(After I stare morbidly
while my beloved bargaining chips cry.)
Secret
I hung the skeleton on the outside of the closet.
Funnily enough, the skeleton looked like me.
Cavern
Cedar and birch drift beneath stone arch,
carrying you, carrying me, like the aliens we are
through black hole into universe unknown.
Alphabet Ravine 