I have only this little poetry for you: just my voice receeding the empty smell of what we were

I hate the woman who laughs below me. I don’t mean to. I just do…like an accident happening in an intersection where everyone is paying attention. Her laugh peels out, bouncing off bricks and windows, egging on my ears as I lay trying to sleep. It isn’t the day time when I hate her. It’s…

I’ve been thinking a lot about you this morning, about how much I love you. It’s like my muscles love you, with the way they ache for you and want to reach out for your face and hands, to touch and hold you. My very bones request your presence, ask for your attention, for the…

It’s full of wind and grey now but, oh, years ago when the asphalt felt them dancing to the late night band that court was a treasure trove on a dripping summer night like photos etched in silver plates, the girl moves the boy moves the night explodes decades get spent in brown eyes and…

I’m hanging curtains on a Saturday in a sundress.  White dress and red curtain.   A lover’s on my mind and succulent.   For a second, probably because of my perch, I think of the termite nests stashed high in the jungle trees.  And the stench of mangroves.  And how the jungles by the beaches look like…