Quiet Lives

Musinex covered baby
dancing in rainbow socks and
recliner leather
sleeping off two months spent
working too hard

Pooh pj princess
head wrapped and counting
the minutes until morning
quiches and holy heaven
hallelujahs

Curly headed heathen
drinking H2O and wasting
precious minutes of sleep
reading cupcake literature
and gossip columns

Each
somewhere between
living
and dying
dwelling
alone and
together
in the mystery
and uncertainty
that lies in the minutes
waiting for
dawn.

Come and See

dark hair curling on a
fontanel
buttered up to
your brand new
32 inch grin

and she said you're
not part of my
life
figment of the fantasy
I live in
two feet that should be
grounded
lofting in the condensed
white

it broke glass windows in
my house

because it was never about
you or me

it was always about her

2.5 years away
slowly letting go of a string
that i'll forever
be tethered to.

The Quiet

Drinking a cup of day old coffee
Starbucks asstacular Breakfast Blend
Selah playing broken roads in the
background changing to Wes King's
90s contrived Christian beat
making me mute the TV
taking another sip
of bitter
realization

you are not here
but I feel you
in the quiet

and the dryer
breaks the moment
spaghetti bowling
my dirty work
apron.