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Sun Peach

If the sun took a moment,

to hush itself and turn down the heat,

waiting for itself to darken, like a rotted peach

it would take eight minutes for any of us

to realize that life as we know it

would be snuffed out,

like a hot match between two wet fingertips.

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In A Day

Today, I spent time with myself.

After dropping MD off at school, I headed back home, coffee in hand. Tuned into the college radio station, I began to methodically go through stacks of paper. I gathered up the clusters of cups and snack wrappers from the living room. I hugged the dog a lot. By nine, I had reworked a few poems. Made the bed, wiped the counters down, vacuumed and dusted. I listened to the radio station with limited interruptions. The dog laid out on the hardwood floors by the back door- because that’s  where the sun comes in brightest and best. For a quick moment, I glanced out the back window with the hopes of seeing our cat. She wasn’t there. Her absence is a pock mark on my heart.

Before noon, I headed into town and checked in at the spa. A rare and delightful treat. 90 minutes of someone kneading out the stress that has piled on my shoulders. 90 minutes of calming oils, heated wraps, and the kneading. I’ve been keeping so much to myself. A limited audience to my frustrations, I’ve sat quietly and shut people out. Stripping down to my polka dotted panties, I crawled under the blanket, onto the table and let my arms dangle off the side. With my eyes closed, I drifted off as I felt the untangling of my body. I walked into that building with deep tension draped on my bones and walked out feeling perfect. That’s exactly how I felt. PERFECT.

As I opened the car door, I remembered I needed to send a postcard off to Russia. The bookstore no longer sells them. I couldn’t tell you the last time I bought a postcard, but I’m sure I’ll find one soon. Hopefully the recipient doesn’t mind the mail being late. Wandering around a bookstore when no one is shopping is quite pleasant. I had forgotten what being out and about while everyone else is at work was like. Grabbed two magazines and a sketch book. Looked over some cook books, some poets, some classics. I’ve been reading the same book for well over six months. I decided to keep my materials light. Instead of leaving straight away, I sat in the car listening to jazz and soaking up the sunshine.

At home, I made a cup of tea. Folded some clothes. Grilled a veggie burger. Listened to a band called Hospitality. She sings over and over, “I miss your bones, I miss your bones, I miss your….”

Today I needed the solitude.

Tomorrow I turn thirty five.

That’s as far as my plans go.

One day at a time loves, one day at a time.

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A Dull Shine

Yesterday I placed my needs on your tongue

not unlike one of those sweet, but chalky

after dinner mints.

As it dissolved, I watched

your expression closely.

In the moment that I knew you understood,

we exchanged minty, fresh kisses.

 

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Goggles

This morning at mass, the archbishop asked for money.
The priest explained how to fill out the envelope.
While a dvd played on the matt white wall next to the crucifixion

I thought about how

the Sunday before last, a Jesuit priest asked for money
for a new high school
He explained how to give.

I was only focused on the little boy in front of me,
who had his pants on backwards

I didn’t take a message with me
when I walked out the front doors
I only thought about breakfast
and what would be lost in the upcoming week

A week ago, while having lunch with my husband,
we looked over an email
and while it’s contents were exciting,

we stayed firmly planted

This was the first time in months I have heard my love say
that the daydream is getting close to reality
we held hands over the table
breaking only to eat tacos

Some times at night, while he sleeps next to me,
his arm draped across my chest
I look out the top of the window
watching the moon cast its glow
then I remember it’s just the street light
next to my mailbox

If I focus, squint even, I can make out a
few stars
only a handful of times have I mistaken
airplanes for stars

This morning, I tried to leave mass after communion
my husband caught me though
and I returned to the pew
to listen a few minutes more
about giving-

time, talents, wallets and forgiveness

Those last few sentences out of the priests mouth
hung on my collar at breakfast,
while I cleaned this afternoon,
as I watered my newly planted vegetables
and as I finished the last few stitches
on a knitting project,

I said to myself

that I forgive.

But I don’t think I really meant it.