Middles

80 percent anticipation and nostalgia,

We’re caught up between the romances of

What was and

What might be.

A rising bridal veil, a scrapbook by a coffin;

The eager birth of expectation

And birthdays thereafter to reminisce.

Summertime is thirsty for hot chocolate,

Cozy sweaters and winter squash;

Winter curses broken water heaters

And longs for popsicles and playgrounds.

Mushed in the middle are

Broken-in shoes,
Sighs,

Bear hugs

And moms.

A hushed suspension,

Then I’m crumpling my paper plans

And breathing air.

At the Well

Avert thine oil-painting eyes,
Lower thy tapestretic voice.
Contain the casual mane and
     oh, for the last time
Be still! fluttering fingers;
Mute the shimmer up and down
The wiry neck.

They might then no longer follow
With wide eyes...
Cooing, adoring, anxious pigeons
Fattened on platony.

Then might my used-up-crayon eyes
And finger-painted song
And polite hair
And stubby sweaty fingers
Become adorable in thy Child heart:
     A heart that could teach me to play.

This game is a spelling bee--
I misspell "Truth"
So I can sit down early.

The Pearl

The knife-- sturdy, strong, old yet gleaming

Plunges into each oyster.

Pried open, no ears can hear no screaming.

Frustration rising with the sun,

He cast them one by one

Into the waves of the faceless bay.

Does it matter what he finds?

The filled and empty lay side by side

In the deep, broken and dead.

Warm Welcome

Warm Welcome

The walls are warm and white in this house

Where you have never been invited.

The towels and dishes are white and mine

And you have never used them.

In a twin bed where I am wrapped up, warm,

Without you and alone,

I dream new dreams, and because of you

You are not in them.

Without this new house,

Women wander with arms wrapped around themselves

To keep the wind out,

To keep from falling out.

We watch with our mouths and with our hands--

Our words would not be weapons,

But we know you only respond to temptations or threats.

Where I am is where you have never been

And never again will I wander where we walked.

I was within you and now I am without you

(As in by your leaving I am outside you.)

So I went through the open door of real estate.

This house is mine, white, warm,

The one I want after once wanting you,

And you have never, will never

Be welcomed.

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WANTED: FAIRY GODMOTHER

Qualifications: plump, adorable, middle aged to elderly. Sparkles are a must.

Job Requirements:

            Granting wishes

            Dressmaking

            Transfiguration

            Appearing/vanishing into thin air

Hours: 24/7 on call

Compensation: up to and including Firstborn

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