A squirrel lies on its side
while the sun lays gentle fingers,
hoping to warm him in his hour of need.
But nothing can heat up preternatural cold.
I fend off Mother Nature’s cleanup crew,
remove the maggots,
and tenderly lift him and place him
in the soft fissure I have hollowed
out of the earth beneath an oak tree.
With him I place a few nuts and acorns,
for the journey to his afterlife.
The red jays and chickadees have come out
to offer an eulogy and I
say a silent prayer of safe passage.
In my opinion, very
Reverend Mother, developments
in the U.S. regarding work
on behalf of immigrants, and
the use of non-verbal and militaristic
techniques in working with families,
is at the heart of this tension
between individualism
and collectivism – no,
instead this emphasis between
an individual and the government
is at the forefront of …
Well, the resolution is the paradox of modernity itself.
Tahoe jeep, red car
red van, one bike
one wheel, USC67P
New Jersey plates
Down here to the left are red
Dorothy shoes, red
boots, red
wool coat, hat and gloves
To the right are grey
uggs, brown uggs
black boots, brown coat
light brown and dark brown converses
Red cell phone
Brown hair
Blue umbrella
an ugly furry sweater and
an ugly furry coat
Shopping bags
several taxi cabs
small cool snowflakes
and my WaMu checking account
Lay with me, here.
Hug me, close.
No, not close enough,
closer. I want you
close up inside
and I need you
in me. Fuck! This is not what I want
I want intimacy and I’ve had sex
since taught at six by him
that I was wanted for nothing else.
Sex is intimate only to me
and you call it fucking.
So fuck me, now.
Fuck me fast,
fuck me until I forget how we got
to this place where I no longer know
your name.
Or how we met and you said you
loved my voice and could listen to me
whisper until six in the morning
while my roommate sleeps in the next room.
Fuck me until my need for punishment
dissipates while your cum soaks my cunt
from the inside out.
Fuck me until fifteen years of crying
on the frigid bathroom floor
vanishes, vanquished
by your black dick that mesmerized me
since the sixth day after I met you
on the three train at four in the morning
Sunday night
Eleven times in two
days she saw the ghost
after fearing the apocalypse written
in black on the rim of
the john. Coded
lengthy surprise; one copy
north and one to the ground.
The ice traveled was
twelve feet deep,
years-old. Heaven dark and she
had surely gone crazy after
the third time he “woo-woo” ed
her outside, in the bathroom.
Caught in a thunderstorm,
rain sluices down my body.
A droplet discovers an opening
in my doused wool to slither down my flesh.
I imagine that it’s your index finger making
the path down my throat, in-between my breastbone
and onto my belly, where you pause
for a brief second before sliding down the right side
and getting absorbed by my blouse.
sayTaïna 