Thursday, July 26, 2012

random words that came to me while riding the bus

Everyone admires my boyfriend
because he gets stuff done
himself with no help
from anyone.

I've always been attracted
to that sort of man;
the one that gets stuff done
with his tongue,
his hands.

The scream in his throat
and the fear in his heart,

that's my man,
my heart

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

5:30 p.m.

The office empties
and the sun
shines brighter
through the open window.

The wind
breathes fall
through the leaves of the trees.

A train caws against the rail.
A tree swallow calls out
to the clock that tick
tocks away time.

I finger my button
in a circular motion.

The time has come.
The time has come.


The sun got lost today
This day in July
This day that is summer
This day in Portland
Everyone wears shorts
Or dresses
In the rain
This summer day