Green

In the morning there was green,
A cool, whispering green infecting the spruce and air.

Within the covetous morning
They harbor the dark –
The spruce and air in collaboration with
More green than I can understand.

My sight is green like the stem of a flower
Used to promote something more interesting.

Green is what I see alone in the canals
That swerve my needs.

Yet I dislike al l but the brightest, loudest of greens
Because they remind me of my perfect noon.

10 Ways to See White

10 ways to see White

  1. I wore cream to my wedding. I never married before. Cream was left, somehow still accurate.
  2. The hall was so white I couldn’t see the iris. Snowy observer of my body thrown across the hall and through the rickety closet doors like a jacket in July.
  3. All records are clean before the incoming rain of experience.
  4. Curious cloud looking like a light at my legs bared on the beach.
  5. The tissue paper around the gift no one wrapped.
  6. The daisy I hunted for 23 years.
  7. Snow at the ski resort broken and used. I’ve got my skis.
  8. And the unreal white bones in my legs holding their breath before the trees.
  9. The moon over my body as I wait for the Reaper.
  10. My breath in the cold. Stopped like a song.

Small

Peppermint legs
Cool with the giant stripe of red legging.
She stands in her podium of potatoes
And sings Christmas carols to her children
Who hear their mother singing but don’t hear what she says.

Glasses make little things look bigger,
So finish your beer and peer into your glass.

This – candy holiday mother and spiced potatoes and unacknowledged songs
Will fade and they will wonder what they wanted to hear
And if she said it.

WIP 9th Letter

The yellow letter
Number 9
I can’t fathom the more dangerous work.

In my dressing pocket,
It’s a yellow nine.

I get my pancakes with extra syrup
When my husband makes breakfast.

I understand the shape of my body.
It is large and unrestricted.
And to come upon desire
With a desire for hidden light
Is to make lemonade in sum.

Daffodil,
Cream,
Egg yolk,
1980s hotpants
All 9 of my colors are yellow.

One book is very simple,
Don’t take 90 years to decide.

Taking emotional plans,
Airplanes,
And you’ve gone over the edge with my name.

Plowing Through Winter

Angelica got a good Christmas break. I was sick the whole time, but she had fun and it was wonderful to have her home all day.

Angelica has a couple of lines to memorize for a school performance, so I will be working with her on those tonight.

Like everyone else, New Year’s made me think about what I want to do in 2020. I want to look into Christian publications, publish, print my digital art, and decide who I will be come for my 30s. I turned 31 in November and birthdays really make me think, especially now that I am in my 30s.

God

I walked down the road crying for milk.
I left a trace of ten behind me.

God as a musician.
God as a father.
God as a star.

I have no idea what fun is in my body.
Only dark memories of waking up yesterday
On the bank floor and covered with a foreign coin.

I chase a little,
Having more darkness in my right leg than my left.

Let the physics escape.

My milk went down warm.
I need a drink.

There are things that ordinary people don’t do,
But look.