Monday, December 24, 2007


He’s asleep and we’re down here.
What if he wakes up, walks down the hall and peers over into the great room.
He’d clearly see us, even in the fog of sleep,
Our hands busy with the push and pull of packages

It would destroy him. How could we explain?
All the years of lying
You’re right. Don't think about it. It seems unnatural to act
another way.

He will find out eventually, you know.
They always do. I hear they even take it pretty well
when the time comes.

In the daylight we too will act surprised
and with a old resolve, we’ll keep up the lies.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Goodbye Charlotte

From my window at night you catch the moon’s light, and reflect
it back like the hundred glittering eyes.
Darkness seeps through the cabin window

As we climb
the televisions slowly descend in unison
there are colors, letters, moods
and a soft suede voice that makes me
want to take off my coat

We’re mesmered still like children in an SUV
The stewardess smiles as she
opens and closes the overhead bins
and points to future holes on each side of the plane

Then, as if through invisible ooze,
she pulls the bright yellow cup over her mouth.
In case of imminent death, please share

The TV says, “While you’re waiting, feel free to
make a selection from our snack bar."

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Doin' me wrong song

No matter how good I am to him,
he’s going to leave me.

Now matter how many times I pick his
clothes off the floor
or scrub his back with his favorite soap
one day soon he’ll be gone.

Even if I kiss him every day
and tell him how I love him
and fix his favorite foods
as soon as he finds a pretty girl he loves, he’ll be gone

Then I’ll hear
“Bye, mom”.

So, I’ll run my hands through his hair
a few more times before he runs away.