How We Say Hello

Fingers cross trailing inches they pass over
another five year “hello”
She starts with a photograph
painting toenails red, left leg contorted,
a hint of white cotton panties. Innocent
moment of bare nail under brush.

and him?
chest cracked heart seized metal metal
metal parts stuck everywhere they stuck a scope
up his penis the agony! one pressed nerve he can barely type
wife dead in the nursing home and “where the hell were you?”
just skip the false step promise of unwavering admiration
and let me see that pussy one more time before I die.



Ease the Transition

I swore I would not become the loft
where cats come to die
far from loved ones.

Yet here you curl in my shade,
stretch in my comfort.

Again I pour love like milk
into a chipped platter
and wait.