It has been raining irreverently for 36 hours and it has no plans to end soon
It’ll be morning again before it thinks to knock it off but at least during this time realization poured too from the sky unto me long enough to stop or at least slow down my use of expletives
For how long we’ll see
I stand drenched in the new-found understanding that you never had the balls to tell me that I didn’t understand you yet you could tell me that she understands you and this confuses me
Let’s not talk about that I haven’t been able to breathe since August and I have fallen in love with the thought of bridges with knives with scrubbing my kitchen floor using my tears with metaphors to protect me and others from the truth that I don’t see the fucking point anymore
Whoops
Changing the subject clearly she’s empowered you
A thought that makes me happy for you
And for your new-found balls
With prophetic vision
All the women
In the family
Mothers and daughters
Cousins and nieces
With pets present
Met in unison
Tethered their souls
Gathered their wisdom
Shared bad meals
Cried then laughed
Rolled up sleeves
Studied the data
Examined their hearts
Consulted with God
Exhaled a “Yes”
Cleaned the mess
Moved some mountains
Saved the world
Then slept soundly
Patchouli to February skin
Perfumed hands joined
Permeating laughter
Gifts not belated
God’s timing prevails
Gratitude alight, forever afire
A sweet little joint
Sometimes rockin’
Right now, not
A bit too quiet for me
But it’s the eve of Sunday eve
The neighbors and I are done in the yards
Rolling up the sidewalks
Thinking about what to cook for Sunday supper
Here tonight, it’ll be your favorite
Anything I’d prepare, you said
So shall it be
Lots of color, but only a dash of laughter
We’ve run low since you’ve gone
This sweet little joint of a home
Why did you burn it down?
You were as a fiery thing
Burning
Moving
Closer
I had to double-check
Closer
I said with laughter that only I was meant to hear
Yet you came nearer
Don’t question me then, when I ask
How is it you hear?
How is it I see?
A gorilla behind the wheel
Surely you see the humor
And he’s brilliant, after all
If you’re outside looking in….
…but inside….
Gripping at anything stationary
Having stopped laughing miles and miles ago
You rethink genius, throw a banana in the backseat
And resume your route to the zoo
Disallowed to feel; love or lust or hope or trust, this is how I feel.
Discouraged to want; kindness, presence, endless laughter, this is what I want.
Disinclined to think; hope is dead, no heart, all head, that’s no way to think. 
I have these four arms
They’re currently valued at
One million dollars
Joy was my best friend, ever
A passionate Southern accent
Kind, though
Clear blue eyes and a reliable car
“Clutch,”
It’s a compliment
The only one who came through
Who showed up
I hope her boyfriend made things right
There was nothing he was doing
More important than Joy
Joy told me the best joke
An immature, juvenile joke
The kind you still giggle about at 50
Maybe less a joke than advice
“Shave your butt and walk backwards”
It’s a compliment
That you made someone laugh
Especially at them-self
There’s not enough of us doing that
These days
I want to laugh with Joy again
By each speck of Dust
I'm reminded, decided
Convicted, chided
