CHRISTMAS CARD

I thought about starting
with a quote
but it seemed cowardly

or what about a joke
too impersonal
and I'm not funny

perhaps something sweet
a compliment or confession
of feelings
too much
too soon

I could
keep it simple
say it straight

a haiku

merry christmas beb
hope you enjoy the present
thank me with a kiss

I can be more
profound than this

here goes
I promise

if this is the last
gift you receive from me

no matter

I'll always be

that Woman
small
wild
white
who gave you pure
romance encased
in leather and ink

TO REACH THE CARROT

There came a point when I stopped

believing I would find

happiness, I thought

happiness was an impossible dream

people chase like a Carrot

dangling from a string,

that at best I’d make do

with simply being

entertained in between the rest

of the moments of living.

These moments, expanses

of nothingness, bleak,

filled with human placeholders

for a myth I laid to rest,

because all my heart needs is to beat,

were enough to convince me

that a muscle unchallenged is weak.

In stagnant air, each footstep is

a chore, but you came

like a breath of warm wind

on the back of my sunburnt neck,

a gentle push,

just what I needed to put

one foot in front of the other,

to reach the Carrot.

I'M NOT SORRY

I'm not sorry we moved
from place to place,
because there was a time for wandering,
but home is for growth,
it's just that now we get to pick
where we bury our roots.

I'm not sorry our stomachs aren't flat anymore.

I don't miss the club or spring break.
My hair is slowly turning gray
and I just realized I have never been
as beautiful as I am now,

and you are more beautiful every day,
each wrinkle,
spot,
errant hair,
imperfect shapes that build beauty
in your heart and in your hands,
in the worlds you create every day,
your eyes their holy book.

I am in love with your slow decay,
because I put it there,
in some small way.

How relieved I am,
that you are not young anymore,
that I am the bird on the land.
Our mistakes are still mistakes but
they are less childish and we don't
cry every time
we play a losing hand.