Interrupted While Reading in Public

A nothing—

you suppose

and assume

too much

upon others:

as if your presence,

and proximit,y

are enough,

you claim space

upon our attention.

You who speaks

a flurry

of flatulence—

Who are you

to say we’re rude?

Like pebbles,

you throw words

to blind,


and silence.

At best, 

you are a gnat

flitting between

this book

and the table.

(September 16, 2019)

Desire for Desire


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)