How to peel
the skin
off a peach:
carefully, and
after asking
the peach
what it wants
Tag Archives: Women
Spilled Coffee
Last week I made coffee
but forgot to put the pot
under the machine, and
walked away as it brewed
across my stove burners
I’ll never be a good woman
if measuring myself the way
he did, in a world where I’d
not known my kitchen and
my hemline was too short
Not often I face the damage
of the messages in which I
wade, nor pull them from
my own thoughts; I clean the
spill as if solving a problem
(November 16, 2019)
But I Am Here
How silent must I be
and for how long
Sometimes so silent
sometimes so distant
I could become air
I could disappear
Red Nails
Painted this morning, I
began to wonder
whose back can I scratch
and when I do
will this aid my quest to
take the world
and turn it into a place
I, too, can own?
Create for me such a role;
I will hold the
pen between my fingers and
sign my name!
Leaving the Table
The woman who gives
too much sends notes
to explain how finding
a something-or-other
made me think of you
and hopes silently that
people are inherently
thoughtful enough to
push in empty chairs
upon leaving the table
