Vellum



I sent my manuscript to members of my family
I wonder if they will read it
I wonder if they have read it
I wonder if they are reading it now
and know who I am for the first time

It was cheeky of me, since
they did not ask me to send it
my siblings (our father) my aunts and uncles
printed on 67 lb multipurpose
copy paper with 92 brightness

I had been sitting and writing
sitting and reading
sitting and thinking too damned much
and it occurred to me, that
my own family should read me

On the horse, endlessly spinning

loosen-tie

Over a lifetime of thrill rides
men find their way onto the carousel
sometimes tossed clear, of the
mechanizations and the infernal map

Some men alone-early morning respite
from wifely nags and to-do lists
others in booming baritone, sure-footed
and laced with bravado and beer

Men in worn sweat pants and hoods
in their early Saturday morning slouch
a man scratching, paces behind his woman
her soft voice heard-summoning

Men who walk head and shoulders first
those who build bridges and empires
men strangled by neckties
their shoes reflecting their dreams

Spinning, a few content to stay aboard
others ready to leap-holding fast to a friend
who will likely fall into the same dumpster
or whichever new world lies beyond

Thirteen

(2014)

Someone said-
write about thirteen
unlucky thirteen
and once more
for the third time today
I approach the page
with some trepidation
how to write about
thirteen
these unnecessary sentences
too long for the haiku master
master of twitter-er that told
me my haiku were too long.

Am I insecure? or just
human and female
and facing a weekend of PMS
and an unsatisfied husband
but I did try
he said
I did try
I heard him say, yes
dear, you did try. Is there
more lasagne in the fridge
swallowing the soda a
straw-full at a time
to stay awake.

Thirteen times I tried
to submit my poems to a publisher
but never submitted to a man
always insisting on the top
the top is my place
my place
and he knows that I belong there
but the girl that belongs there
isn’t afraid of
public masturbation
or Friday
the thirteenth-
she is not afraid of anything.

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with an assist by @poetofbeard. His blog is here . A fun Gotham fan-fiction site. You should check it out