Wednesday, April 17, 2013

mermaid (Day 17, NPM)


I could say it was the blinds half opened when the pillows were pushed into them.
I could blame the incoming sun, holding you.

I do remember the moon was bright
small of clouds circling it
forming their path from the horizon.

The bedroom curtains start to spin against the wind,
ushering in this winter solstice –

we close the windows quickly
the wood floors go cold soon enough

tip toeing, we make our way upstairs,
where it’s always warmer
and we stare out into the bright night.

braving the winds
(we want to be part of this night),
we dress and head for dinner.

toward morning I can see you glow

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

cake (Day 16, NPM)


we take pieces of her like cake,

her ears are Bobo’s, the way they twist out like that on the tip
she has her grandmother’s legs, my forehead
whose nose – do you know?


Monday, April 15, 2013

running (Day 15, NPM)

Running in heels

Right or privilege – do you have control over your own body?

Sunday, April 14, 2013

chosen (Day 14, NPM)


belief in fate, love across a crowded room, or love at first sight
will only get you so far.

you ask me when I began loving you
but there are moments where I find myself not loving you

long before time mattered
you chose me
and I chose you
and in the great sleep we allowed ourselves to forget
but the promise laid there in the warmth of our chests

you almost can't believe your luck, to have found me as you have,
but I know we were always meant to.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

underworld (Day 13, NPM)

Resonant skin, that stretched cloth around your gossipy bones.

We carry, on these thin sheets, fragments of time
coming off our fingertips in flakes,
they whittle/rub down the past, revealing small hurts

Each time I’m touched more of me wears away,
the underneath slowly revealing a ruddy world.

Friday, April 12, 2013

your love (Day 12, NPM)

your love

your love is a lake

your devotion a wind chime of bronze roses

the touch you give a soft scarf and sweater gloves
       affected by the slight wind
    rumpling the surface

Thursday, April 11, 2013

social (Day 11, NPM)


Like bees walking carefully
We walk through these parties
Trying not to offend another

This socializing is meant to be joyous,
Despite bird eyes made