I chose to please

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Be independent
Know your role and play it or else

You can do whatever you want
Do something reasonable that will give you time to be a wife and mother

Money is not everything
Make a lot of money

Do something that will be stable
Nothing is stable

I love you
Just don’t make it hard

You looked lovely and cold as I passed you on the street the other day

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your green knit hat was pulled down
touching the red rims of your glasses
hands in fists dug deeply into your pocket
like you wanted to punch out the fabric

that’s probably why you didn’t see me

i gather all of my coffee grounds now
compost them on saturdays with apple cores
and banana peels, egg shells and the greens I
can’t seem to finish on my own anymore

did the freezing rain pelt your face like it did mine?

it looks uglier under the orange streetlight than
snow, stings more too
don’t know it’s under your feet
’til you hear the crunch, slip a little


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I’m tired of picking up the anchor
Let it sit for a while at the bottom there
Collecting seaweed, algae, and moss

The other fish will swim by and see it
We’ll sway along side of them until they pass


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soft orange light
fan blades twirl

jagged slippery rocks
dirt, unknown minerals

lick the colors like sorbet
plum, purple blackberries

dark barren branches
more leaves to be bedded on the forest floor

White bagel with cream cheese

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Smoked salmon, capers, dill

The two feet tall ginger baby
wearing a monkey hat
holding an orange purse as long as she was
with a hand extended in the air

Streak of blood staining the blue seat
Remnants of someone’s relieved dinner
splayed in the corner
Black grocery bag
contents unknown

Shifting feet to a beat
Hooded teenager with a skateboard
hopping off at 14th St
Plaid shoe shaken by an impatient leg

The speed and power of the express train
racing through underground tunnels
beneath you

Now Playing: My Radiator in a One-Man Show

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Now Presenting a One-Man Show: My Radiator
Every night mid-November through mid-April
Run time: approx. 8 hours

Water runs through the old metal bones
Spews hot liquid from its mouth
Steams, puffs
Taps offbeat into a steady drum, gallops into thumps
Suction of air from water draining from a never ending creek in a bathtub
Rain tinkering down a thin metal gutter
Cries like hungry baby crows

It’s windy and there’s a thunderstorm. The way the water hits the pipes, it’s like I’m in a small glass box outside watching and hearing it happen all around me. I should be grateful the hot water spewing from its mouth isn’t coming down on me.

There’s a blizzard coming and the lines between reality and dreams are blurring again.

As I fall asleep my snow booted feet hit black ice. I slip lying in bed, lift my feet up with a jerk as if they received an electric shock. My heart races, I was only about to fall asleep. Not fall. My radiator sounds like a never ending storm. Trapping hungry baby crows while they cry.