New Little Vines. Here is this week’s array.
To summarize: you’re small and useless
and that is just fine
three minutes of inconsolable
Why couldn’t it have been someone else
fake eyeballs crying in a glass jar on her desk
reminds me yet again why I dislike her sense of humor
lazy lawn chair with a malevolent streak
my mother yelling for help
who knew it could fold up a grown woman like that?
a passable drudge on the golf course
but as a murder weapon?
You can’t do better than a five iron.
I made no arrangements
to combat the possibility of occupational drowse
Just put my head down on the desk and let it happen.
my eyes concentrate on
of the freed birds flying away in the pink sky
in a jar
three small cold shoulders
frozen hard before I got here
showing no signs of thawing out any time soon
the next year arrived and quite suddenly, too
given how much baggage from previous times
it was forced to drag along
my name is Not-Bee
Flakes of pink paint adorn me
I spurn not the absurd. Kiss me times three.
lacking an indicator
wandered in dispirited circles
You are an especially complicated
variant of mental congestion
said the boss. I wish I had a tissue.
I live alone.
My life has finally gotten itself on track.
swallowed a fly –
for a fleeting instant
I liked the taste of it
they were just two crazy kids
hooked claws crooked teeth and all
who knew twenty years later they’d still be in love?
I didn’t like the look of that slice of toast
Even after scraping the burnt layer off of it
I still saw the image of your forked-tongue mouth yelling at me
Don’t pull that thread
Don’t unwind it from the spool
It’s all that’s keeping me in one piece, that thread.
Looking back I am ashamed I didn’t intervene that day
in the impertinent scouring of your timid neighbor’s secrets
with your Brillo-pad questioning techniques
the octopus man
not the most popular of our mannequin styles
admitted the store fixtures salesperson
intact one hour ago now fragmented
using the medium dispersal method –
the dark cloud now dissipating itself as drizzle
The empty beach
its dark gray sand
bruised by the pounding surf
the house in the alley
the shattered glass in the front window
the dining table inside standing on three legs
The pale green rug on the bedroom floor
weak and tepid in the sunlight
the color of indifferent vomit.
All wrong for the impression you wanted to make.
miles out in the country
a marzipan night sky and sugar sparkle stars
draped over this perfect sweet cake of an evening
all the spoons
clustered together on the tray
a happy jumble of silverware
clattering their way to a party
I was young and you were charming –
not even the gloomiest fairy godmother
would have hesitated to say we were an enchanted pair –
Happy 50th Wedding Anniversary to us!
a pinstriped shirt
crisp and surprisingly willing to argue
whether the customer is always right or not
he wore an olive green T-shirt
wrinkled and shrunk short:
an arrogance in its own way