Eating Poetry

Strip

you bare my breasts
I bare my soul
we don’t want to break up tonight
we don’t want to break up tonight

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Vignettes Baby

The Secret Digits of Pi

When the speckled meteors came, you said they were God’s marbles, and that He had lost them. So we fled the city, running with the mob of hungry, barefooted students who had spray-painted the White House black.  We went back to The Hague, my birthplace, sailing the canals, which had been poisoned with mercury. One night, as the crumbling walls of our house violently shook, I told you that the lights in Paris had gone out forever. You covered my lips with trembling fingers, and told me that you didn’t want to hear it. And as I held you close, I read the secret digits of pi in your spinning eyes and knew that the world we had lost would haunt us with undying glory.

Eating Poetry

Sea Foam and Fireflies

brother, we’re going home
in calm waters we silently cruise
and if our conditions grow dire
then I’ll join a midnight choir
and sing you a sister’s blues—

brother, we’re going home
in rough waters we sail our ark
and if these storms never tire
then I’ll light a midnight fire
and guide you through the dark—

brother, we float like sea foam
in dead waters we quietly dream
and if you’re in too deep
then I’ll let you sleep
and sing you a sister’s requiem—