two washed hands
coffee in threes, unavoidably
nine on the hour
four blurry eyes
seven requests - do they really mean me?
twelve for a salad
five saying no
eleven cold teeth on a slippery key
six is suggestion
eight is goodbye
one is a prayer, and a question, and me.
pavement eyes and morning meetings
taxi sighs and subway greetings
"can you spare a buck today?"
can you care, and look away?
building women, basement men
leaking pipes, and churches,...
white on white,
she sits on rasping lace
careful eyes on careful hands
a blush upon her mother's face
"Is there anything you'd like to know before tonight?"
H: Yes, Isle?
I: Can you fly?
H: No Isle, I cannot fly.
I: But I can fly.
H: That's because you have wings. Wings with soft feathers, and light bones to lift you towards the...
It's the kind of thing to which you cannot admit your agreement.
"If they offered me a choice between world peace and being a size zero forever," she caught her breath of laughter,...
Regarding sides, politics, directions, remnenants, and going away.
Regard food and the amorphous sense of the acceptable.
My dear Miss Chauntlery,
I do apologize for not returning your correspondence of 17 May. I had meant to write when I first recieved your letter twenty-three years ago, but found...