marina

other people's narratives become your own

Boss

Boss o boss,

your voice is the red pen.

and certainly loopy: I see it herd, it lassoes them.

Your face is lump.

And when you smile

the cheekdough rises.

Boss o boss,

O show me the picture

of your baby again.

RIDDLE DAY

RIDDLES CONJURED UP FOR MY CO-WORKERS BECAUSE THE GEMINI'S JOB IS TO KEEP EVERYONE SHARP AND DISTRACTED

1.

A fire in the hearth can't burn without it.

The Earth can't turn without it.

What is it?

(Hint: I wouldn't want to live without it.)

2.

It's breakable, unless you're above it.

What is it?

(Hint: Few make it.)

3.

If you take the final sylla

ble of this three syllabled vegeta

ble and put it at the front of the word,

you get the title of an email

written in response to an email

about a vendor.

What is it?

She was my friend,
it just worked like that.

We had routines and we had time together
we had what we wanted.

She liked grey –
dove grey and flat almost white grey,
when the ocean and the sky looked the same,
she liked that.

She had all these feelings about where I was from,
and she told them to everyone.

She liked to gape at everyday things,
like the walls that held up the highway,
or the houses lit up at night.
That’s an amazing wall she would say.

It was my wall but I had never noticed it.

We went to a party where everyone had feathers in their hair
outside in the yard people were grazing and lazing
her face was round and pale
a “twinkle in her eye,” my mother would say.

She had something going on.

You did not love me enough

Below is the poem I read last night. Thank you for liking it..
Love
Frosso V

You gave me part of yourself
and I said: it is not enough

You did not love me enough,
you did not accept me enough,
you did not see me enough

I keep asking and asking for what I did not get
forgetting all that I did get

asking and asking for what I did not get
unwilling to see all that I did get

asking and asking for what I did not get
losing sight of the fact that you gave me what you had
you gave me what you could
and it is enough

I take it in my heart in gratitude
and I learn something about love
only when you can say, Thank you, it is enough
you can free your heart from the chains of demand
and forget the bitterness that comes with the "I did not get enough"
and start giving of your own heart

This is how you fill that emptiness in your heart

griddles

let's bludgeon the dry skulls, and marry the sweet.
let's stick to the meat.