q.

 

 

 

   My good friend,

   on trying to describe the blue, pique shadows that appear at the foot of her manless bed

   or,

   on trying to understand why her, little man, 18 year old fox terrier

   no longer speaks to her

   calls it,

   her move into menopause.

 

   I thouht,

   how brave it is

   to blame

   everything on a dying egg cycle.

   Dismissed as

   the sapient wrestlers

   dojo,

   dismisses the line.

 

 

   I sensed that she had been crying

   and asked her to come by

   with that sassafras blouse

   she likes to wear with tears

   and

   lay her weepy face in

   my damp lap

   and read her new poems

   to me

 

   then doting our decline

   we shall drink

   colas.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

Such depth in these external influences, which in many feminine famine shapes and colors has you living through yet beyond deserted words, with a formed structure, you leave enough doors open and closed in this piece, let enough light in to understand each foreshadow transformed into belief ..good stuff

[Emily B]

you are a man above men

and a sublime poet