I can’t count to ten. One. Two. Seven. Nine. I never learned how, but it didn’t stop me from pursuing a career as an actor. I’m on Sesame Street. Maybe you recognize me? I’m the green monster. No, wait, or is it the purple? I’m positive I’m the yellow one. I think.
It’s so quiet. I hear you in the next room. I don’t knock, but I hang out like a creeper. I listen to you sleep. It’s not exciting. I know what you’re dreaming, because I make dreams come true. I look in the mirror, then I look around your house and my face is everywhere. I eat the cookies you left out, lick my lips and go out the front door. I grab the reins and...
Kat packed a suitcase: -marshamallows -suspenders -swiss army knife -silk pajamas She left a typewriter, five empty fountain pens and one notebook. There was writing in the margins and on the front and back covers, inside and out. No blanks. On the page. But in the gun. Was something else.
Tommy wanted to see the world, so his mother bought him a map, but it wasn’t enough. So she bought him a globe, but still, Tommy ached for more. His geography teacher, Mr. Petunia, remarked to his mother at the parent-teacher conference that he was an excellent student, very attentive, A++. But at every other subject, he failed. Terrible at math, english and his spelling was horrendous. ...
I met you in Bloomingdale’s buying jeans. I fell in love, but we never went out to coffee. There was no first kiss. No late night trips to CVS. No holding hands. No apartment viewings. No first argument. No make up sex. Because I never said hello. Only goodbye.
Arms, Shoulders, Knees & Toes
I thought about your arms last night, holding me, and your hands on my back. The smell of your hair under your hat. That hat you’ll never remove. I’ve gotten used to it by now, but your arms. Your go, go arms. So long and lacking of grace. But you’ll always be my inspector. Of love.