Monday, July 8, 2013

You Made Me Angry

Before you made me angry
I’d been camping in quicksand,
breathless with keeping my tent tips
above the suck of ground.

And sleep like gravity seemed
right, inevitable—

Thank you! You shouted
something careless from the sidelines
that made me burn. Thank you!
I had almost forgotten to fight.

I Spill

I spill when I eat. It happens
with such stunning regularity I am starting to think
it’s intentional. I get creative, pour the coffee


and end up picking sugar out of counter cracks
and off the bathroom floor. Why is there sugar
on my bathroom floor? It’s amazing, really. I’m


really. I would pay someone a hundred bucks
to tell me how I do these things, 255 to show me
how to make me stop. With a bonus for helping me clean up.