watching my man talk,
i felt a sense of pride
not because i believed
but because i liked
the way he talked
(and perhaps the way he walked)
and how there was no fear
to be disagreed with
so long as the conversation
kept truckin on.
Day: February 24, 2009
keeping you healthy since 1980
poetryold wives tales
heading advice we know is garbage
and choosing to wear sweaters
just because our mothers are cold
eating apples obsessively
because of embarrassing rhymes
unworthy of even the worst poetry
books
and brushing our teeth for three
whole minutes for reasons we remember not
but surely have something to do
with some sort of film of black and white
cartoon
narrated by our grandfathers
but forgetting all along
our bodies (be they ours or someone else’s)
still end up in dust
and mold eaten by that which even
we would not dare to eat
whether you help us out or not
we’re only postponing our inevitable
trips to that eternal golf course above
Delicious
poetryI’ll drink the orange juice
from the jug
and I’ll eat too much
cheese on my sandwich
and I’ll probably leave
the bread bag untied
and open on the counter
but I promise
I still love everyone.