Your Balls

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

Yes Goddesses

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

Dash of Laughter

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?

Double Monocle

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?

Not Humored

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

Goodbye Convention

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.

My Carolina Days

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