Procastination

Dust hangs in my rooms

Summer stirs outside my doors

Letters unopened

Coffee and beer chill

The day gone, it’s not yet noon

Cats nap in the hall

I wear my sweatpants

I should be invisible

Birds will sing outside

My name is waiting

My hair growing too slowly

Windows collect dust

Wake up and begin

One chore at a time not done

Clean something or draw

Wait for tommorrow

Today is not over yet

I do what I want.

 

Apartment

In your apartment,

I saw the places we were,

Saw the things you use,

Where you hit the wall,

Where I became like plaster,

The dust of our rage,

I pressed my fingers,

Into the damaged places,

Into the soft crush,

This could be over,

If you would just let me be,

Stay out of my life,

You keep calling me,

Now your plaster is cracking,

You tell our friends lies,

You almost broke me,

Living well is not enough,

Revenge is a dish,

You would never know,

Your toothbrush in the toilet

My piss in the bowl.

 

For Natalie

I wrote these after my mom handed me an old notebook that belonged to my little sister when she was a kid and we found that the pages had been torn out. She was about to get married, and the title seemed so perfect.

I found your notebook,

Your child’s hand scrawled a title,

Your name underneith.

A hard bound notebook,

Read: “I laughed, I cried, I loved”

Etched in crayola,

You tore the words out,

Inside the pages are gone,

Twenty or so lost,

The title says it,

You were too young for a memoir,

Really, you still are,

Take back your notebook,

This time don’t tear the pages,

Write a love story.

 

Snake Story

dad snake

Here is a conversation I had with my mother via text about a copperhead in my parents yard:

MOM: Tang hunted down the snake under the mint along the rocks by the patio. When I went to get her, I saw what i thought was a copperhead. I called your dad.

He came with a shovel, but he sent me to get the machete from the truck. I gave him the machete and turned to seek higher ground, but he said, “stand here with the shovel to keep his attention,” since he was looking at me!

Your dad went in front of him while he looked at me and WHACK, a single swipe decapitated him!

I posted it on facebook.

ME: This reads like a poem.

MOM: Someone was bitten by a rabid skunk at Cheeseburger in Paradise.

ME: What?! Related: rabid rat bit a woman on the J train.

MOM: Yesterday, the skunk sprayed first, which was detrimental to business, then attacked someone.

When did that happen with the rat? Are you equipped to deal with that? You must capture/kill and keep the rat.

ME: Um… no, I don’t actually know that woman and I don’t want a dead rat.