Fingers dripping with
grease and salsa roja. Napkins
are no help. ¡Tacos!
Fingers dripping with
grease and salsa roja. Napkins
are no help. ¡Tacos!
For two dollars I
can be the deejay for about
twenty four minutes
Wet sidewalk at night.
Under my shoe: sudden crunch
of a snail’s shell. Aaaah!
Shooting an indie
film in an indie video
store. Independent!
Supporting my friend
as she gets a tattoo. Good
practice for future birth.
Seeing Jane Eyre alone
on a rainy night, the way it
was meant to be seen.
Fanning my armpits
on the sidewalk. Old man says,
“Face it. You’re just hot.”
Promise my stomach,
if it behaves itself, a
bowl of pho for lunch.
Big, white, faux fur coat.
Big smile. Other bus riders
avoid eye contact.
Queen on my headphones.
Sunshine on my face. Cherry
blossoms on my shoulders.
Waking up in a
different house. Small recognition
scene with the ceiling.
Real estate agent on
the curb, blowing up a blue
balloon. Open House.
Earthquake thoughts, earthquake
emergency kits, earthquake
earthquake earthquake earthquake prayers.
Look around on the
sidewalk to see if anyone
else is watching the moon.
Nana’s St. Patrick’s
Day card: Green envelope. Bear sticker.
All’s right with the world.
My housemate, whistling
“A Few of My Favorite Things” in
the kitchen, cheers me.
This trivia night’s
too easy. If I complain I’ll
sound like a jerk geek.
Putting on my Pink
Floyd tee shirt reminds me I
need to call my dad.
Another jogger,
jogging in the rain, smiles at
me. We’re so bad-ass.
Friendly man sits next
to me on the bus, proceeds
to roll a blunt. “Mornin’!”
Neighbor walking his
dog at night. We talk about
the new cherry blossoms.
Give the last sip of
my water to the plant. Looks
like she could use it more.
Paying for my meal
with money I earned performing
my own poetry.
Standing in the sun,
eating an orange, slightly smiling.
Tourists stare at me.
Walking home through the
alley way to get a better
view of the night sky.
Pausing the movie
forty seconds in to look up
the writer’s sun sign.
Receiving a back
massage while trying not to
feel guilty. Relax!
House meeting around
the coffee table. Everyone
eating separate dinners.
First grade boyfriend made
the news: He killed three people.
This day is just strange.
Rushing to find a
bucket and towels. Move the
mattress! Ceiling leak.