In love with love
meters-the distance between me and actuality
the longing for a story to shake history books
to leave my children wide eyed
a serendiptous fairy tale
that invovles at least one sword fight, an angry diralect fool, and two tons of glitter.
Yet I march amonst clovers, yawning under the barrel chested sky as it bellows, awakening soldiers from their graves with claps so loud you’d think a toddler has converted pans to drums in the kitchen. Lindel is swaggering behind me, a far of, as if unaware of the unruley chaos ringing inÂ our ear drums. It all makes me quite anxious.
We whispered, giggling in gasped breaths, envied and loved one another. Then we broke up, estranged, we judged one another, to think I ever let her come to me house.
A dress for school, for work, for car rides, for dates, for dancing. Slips memories with free legs and tattered patterns. Only faint glimemrs, the fabric brushing against my finger tips, umbrella spins. Garmet gone, event captured.
Condeleza, arroz con dulce, early mornings with your tounge hanging out trying to snatch snowflakes.
prickled tastedbuds dance figuratively, tracing generations with a back sliding gulp.
I feel like I’m making less sense the more I try to make beautiful sense.
You are welcome my unwelcomed,
to the platter of my carved watermelon
tap dance your spindly toes
plunge in your orfice when no one is looking
get your fill
force seconds and haul the rest on your back.
You with an armor of black diamond glaze,
Â I never sent an invite but still you came,
with your nephews, nieces, and third cousins.
Your rudeness, a truly offensive impingement,
left me with mere morsels of my decadent treat.