took me to her German psychic,
as expected, she saw
Our bad days and our glories.
history of our times and species;
we have been together
Realizing how long I have been with Elaine
made me feel
tired – I didn’t realize we’d been
things out for over 400 years.
That’s a long time to
accommodate a sentient being,
I don’t care what form I
was in; me as:
Her hair stylist
Gerta saw it all
against her inner astral cineplex.
know I was once a charming pistol packing pescalero
Mexican bandit who charmed Elaine
(in an earlier even more
to indulge my desires.
under a vast pecan tree.
My sombrero tossed casually to the
The Milky Way strung over our heads.
I pick the
flower she willingly offers me.
We melt into the warm night –
two sentient beings
as happy as two sentient beings could ever
She, the sheriff’s daughter
filled with secret flames
hanging from a pecan tree
looking a bit bewildered
My sombrero tossed hurriedly to the side
many lives to hold in one small boat.
Yet on we sail, east to
fighting our way toward enlightenment,
for two weary souls.
will love me forever, until you became
predictability and leave me
for a man who plays board games
grows the best pot you ever smoked
my belief in mother love falters
and exhausted by her love
Even animals must flee when
Falling out of mind
Mysteries of mind leaving me
as I await further direction
of desolation when life and love collide
drowning us beneath
the weight of their inevitability
You pause and look
back at me as if I were cancer
How can this be?
Why is this
Who do you think you are?
the antidote for bad judgment?
Fidelity is so fluid
So much expected in return
tell you about my parents
My long suffering mother
long silent father
Married 58 years until death
were days of denial, when relationship
was abduction and
silence a woman’s ransom.”
argue I hide my point of view
could you understand
there is glory in surrender
made for harmony
Or that the liberation of the
is conceived in a bed of forgiveness
moves so slowly as we wait for
our loved ones to exit the
Exotic birds parade before
Moving in synchronous motion
from rack to
My male comrades and I
We’re the second stringers.
You exit a
Foot into Wings
worst curse - immobility.
Crutches and no car for six
The basement writing room has
become a sensory
Even my pain medication haunts
midgets in white doctors’ jackets chasing
with whips offering me more pills.
All I can do is
- hop hop hop.
“You needed this.” Elaine
“A divine light will appear, a voice in
night, an angel will come, you’ll be
You want to change
don’t you? You could use a
you know. Think transubstantiation’s
Huh? Do you? How about making the move
caterpillar to butterfly? Think that’s
so easy? Stop
complaining and be glad
you have one good foot.”
pity down here in the deprivation chamber.
Shut up and take it
like a man.
Life’s a trash can – deal with
Alone in the basement – hop hop
Entertaining pain medication dwarfs – hop hop
Writing fiction only a fleeting idea – hop hop
Six weeks until transubstantiation lift
Fly to Mexico amidst clouds of Monarchs.
Butterfly wings better then any right foot.
I would tell my daughters, “That’s
the luckiest cat in the world;
she’s so dumb she’d
die if she ever stepped foot out the door.”
guess even she knew that the day I left the front door open by
freedom beckoned as she stared out into the wild
world knowing it wasn’t for her.
pet her; she didn’t like to be petted. I freshened her
My daughters were always too busy to do it. She was my
No one brushed her dreadlocks;
the matted clumps that grew worse
as she aged, slowed down,
and slept more. So I did.
I grew up on a mink farm.
I don’t love animals. What are they good for except
eat and wear?
She’d sit next to my desk as I’d
write, and stare, and talk to no one. She’d sleep
my bedroom waiting for me to wake up; scratching the door if I
She didn’t get smarter with time.
After thirteen years she was still just a dumb cat.
animals are all pretty dumb aren’t they?
she didn’t get up from the place where she’d plant
herself until I got home;
the spot at the top of the steps
where she seemed to be glued as if she were waiting for
to come in the front door.
When I called
Elaine to say the Vet had just put Princess down, I made a joke
her corny name; and started to weep. That was when
I realized she’d made me her human.