Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Four inches of the white stuff paralyze Jet City!
NAME FOR MYSELF
Go for a walk in the snow.
Find the bike trail. Crunch
my prints into the smooth glare.
Duck, after a mile or so,
behind a fir. Unzip three layers.
Sign, with the willie pen, my name.
Hear the hiss. Watch the steam. Smell
the coffee. Radio claimed,
thanks to coming rain,
all by tomorrow melted.
Zip back up.
Back on the trail.
Trudge another mile or so
through the driven snow.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
FIRST OLD FLAME TO DIE
I took her in the ass because she asked me to. And because I was curious, actually enjoyed the novelty. As did – or so it seemed – she. Her way of asking: “Ever put this in a woman’s ass?”
I cleared my throat. Let a few seconds drift, as if reflecting… “Once or twice.”
She shrugged, disappointment evident; she obviously eager to deflower. I should have lied. Given her the triumph.
Today I learn she died six months ago. Cancer. Fifty-six. All those cigarettes. All that love. But now she has taken, at least in one sense, my virginity; as I take the news up the ass of my heart.