Foxes and Magnolias

Poetry for keepsakes, for longing, for letting go.

Trash

I was talking to a friend

and after five or six beers in

he said,

 

I want to feel like a piece of garbage

so that I can feel love,

because that’s what love is

 

sometimes.

Arrogance

There’s a way they all smile

after making me come

or thinking I had.

Goodbye, Sorry

I’ve written so many poems

fishing for words

to say goodbye,

I’m sorry.

 

I can’t find them,

the words.

 

 

Medicine Cabinet

 

I wonder how long my toothbrush will be there

in the medicine cabinet, lying next to yours.

I hope to know you’re not waiting

for me to use it again,

loving you like I wanted to,

like you hoped I would.

Boys

Too many boys are in love with me.

Why do they love me

like that?

I wish I could love them like that

too.

Language

Last night we began

to come up with a language of touch.

One finger means this,

two means that,

three- us or we.

I wonder how full our dictionary will be

by the time we are 80,

still touching each other.

Tribe

A little tribe:

you,

my dog,

me.