My Life in Brief
I breathe on my hands
wonder what’s
happened to the weather
say shhh don’t cry shhh
look for a picture of the person
I’ve been told I resemble
change
trains wake up tired
and still trying to think
of another word for all this.
Ditty
Let’s disappear, Barbara,
in a giant whoosh
of flame
and look back and laugh
at the scribble of our smoke trail.
For once, let’s not answer
the
questions at the end of the chapter,
or even phone in to work,
but just climb the twisted ladder
of bones
and shadows,
and if we must get somewhere,
let’s do it secretly
like your lost gold earring.
