Desire for Desire

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He pointed out the apple.

She naively bit her lip, but

not her tongue, and said

Wouldn’t that be wrong?

 

Who says what’s wrong,

he said, then laughed.

If one is good, and one

bad simply in saying,

 

should the word hold sin,

or the one who speaks

into division? Do words

so stage our reactions,

 

or are our words an apple

offered up in innocence?

 

(October 7, 2018)

a lover’s quick note

hidden deep
in a broken cage
insecurity flutters
like baby birds
upon the ground
stirring cats
with the sound
all our pushing
back and forth
away away
might justly
mean for now
not until
you have gone
so come back
talk again
around my life
like butterflies
dancing about
an open field
of butter cups
and I will share
my vagaries
for you to hear
and laugh at
as if a stick
poking the tired
sleepy bear

(January 17, 2015)

Ode to a Busy Body

my mother too cut news articles to send
when she felt them pertinent to problems
she saw in others with the hope change
would flower like cancer’s fractaled growth
through the recipients’ complete being
until we thanked her profusely for the help
we did not seek nor knew we needed
since wisdom unlike arrogance languishes
in abeyance among plebeians like us
who wait so eagerly for your enlightened
missives to transform our troubled lives
in these nine easy steps if we could only see
with the same clarity as you what all is wrong
with everything about us which is not you
(December 28, 2014)