His Sport
Ask ye I, Shame
What is it you want of sport with me
A story to tell
This cloddish girl
Oh! How she fell for parallel universe truths
A jovial tale
Where thee, with all thy dark proclivities
Shouldst mute and suffocate her good heart?
Entrepreneur: A Haiku
Your dreams — I scared you
I did what you’d not yet done
I believed in you
Mute
I take back the lavender and the twin beds we pushed together, drunk on the pollen
Those saltwater waves and sand dunes?
Say goodbye
Every mile of concrete, each and every city song — mine alone, now!
Hot gravity and thick urban beats, such gifts I do revoke
But the mountains
I’ll let you keep
For you were late
You fell asleep
And they don’t remember you, anyway
Self-Quarantine
Overly everything and also nothing
Vacillating between emotions everywhere
Intertwined with physical what-ifs
Damned if you aren’t wondering about whether
Activist: A Haiku
Don’t become the noise
Don’t weaponize your grand voice
Wear a two-edged smile
Innermost
Voice as an untuned violin
Condemning he-speak hijacks my innermost thoughts
Drowning my ears
Wisdom in my soul, for what!
When my every word and thought is dead upon arrival
Mused: A Haiku
Bled out, I still live
And see you direct the dark
And orchestrate sin
A Gift You Didn’t Want
Do you remember the after-work nights
I’d let you lay your tawny head in my lap
Content now, at peace finally
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
The movie would roll
I’d wake you during
With an anything-but-absentminded stroke of your hair
Or after
With a simple kiss
Eagerly, I’d relay all you’d missed
Sleepily, you’d disclose you’d seen it, actually
The gentle walk to bedtime now
Tomorrow’s a busy day
The why, I reasoned
Without reaching out to my heart or my skin
You’d fall fast asleep, clutching my hand
I’d think of you there
So far over there
As my starving skin fell slowly
Asleep
Finally
Morning, I, still clutching
My hand making breakfast with berries
Feeding you what felt like a gift you didn’t want
I remember the sun seemed to always shine through my door on you
As you left for the day
And for too-many days more missing you
I’d fall fast asleep, clutching your hand
In my heart
Skin screaming out at the emptiness, but the weekend was coming
Saturday! The day
You’d let me share my City
My family, my home, my sound-sleep space again
My time, my life
With you
Do you miss this?
Or was boredom all you recall?
Sin and God
I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.
I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.
You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.
The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.
Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.
More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.
Capricorn stranger