am neatly obsessed with warm concrete
am neatly obsessed with my favorite water brand
am neatly obsessed with tercets & triplet hearts
am neatly obsessed with names that a hold a home
am neatly obsessed with streets that overflow in obscurity
am neatly obsessed with trails that go on for miles
am neatly obsessed with packages that read like blankets
my shadow
my train.
Luck, this much
is plain:
hatchet face,
ratchet grin.
The bin
needs emptying
again—
too little.
It’s true, I’m in
the middle
My husband looked at her, then at me—it was a look of amazement and pride. See what our child can do? He wasn’t thinking, say, that she was about to scald herself with hot water.
And then it came back to me as I heard
a young boy practice his violin
under the concrete canopy of the park’s amphitheater
ma always said that water cleanses you
inside and out
if ya bored, take a shower
if ya sick, drink water
if ya sad, take a shower
if ya leg broke, drink water
if ya stank, take a shower
Without help now
I can maneuver myself
upright, then supine to correct
the wind spinning my brain
from myself. My face angled
and pillow propping my shoulders,
