(I’m clearing my throat.)

Embroidered Life  (this is the title)

exquisite needlework
spectators coo
for the real story …
turn me over
loose threads
droplets of blood
do-overs and all
those obligatory rows
only the spiritual detect
five imperfect stitches
of conscious joy

(I’m clearing my throat.)

Cellular Memory (title)

Aside:  I usually beat my bongo drums while reciting.

didn’t know about the relocation
of one live heart
the complications
the duplications
the interrelations
congratulations
lucky winner

didn’t know about memories that linger
hallucinations
those prodding sensations
burrowing deeper
with every beat
into you
lucky winner

didn’t know about the yin and the yang
the compilation of woman and man
revolution
revelation
re generation
who are you now?
lucky winner

Got my hair chopped. Wrote a poem.

Haircut Poem

Goodbye long flowing locks of my youth.
Goodbye hair that got stuck under my armpit.
And in the car window. And, in the back of my shirt.
Goodbye hair that I rarely brushed. And never styled.
Goodbye, ponytails. You’ll miss me but I won’t miss you.
Goodbye vanity.

Hello, fun, fresh, youthful look.
Hello layers that are meant to look disheveled.
Hello lightness, and bounce, and angled strands.
I will wash you and wear you down every day. I swear it.
Hello sassy attitude.
Hello freedom.