At the gym
Existential crisis
Pump iron
Release serotonin
Tears stream
down my face
I wipe
in hopes
no one notices
who cares
let it flow
the pain the tension
lift the calves
row pull lat scap
tear
smudge
continue
breathe breath
let it all go
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Pump Tears
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Cold Moon
The Thaw
Seat belt
buckle up
i didn’t know it would be a bumpy ride
head out the window
lap the air
overcast
smell of those tall pines
chocolate melatonin
head wrap
children screech
grab the barf bag
rest the eyes
laughing laughing laughing
mongolian buffet
red wine
naps
mid day snacks
relax
red eye back
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Peeping Toms
Booties in soft leather. The kind that feel like butter. The heal, chrome, my armor. Half moon toe opening to the knuckle.
I toss my battered old pair of Fly’s, torn and worn, into the city trash can lining the Theater arena. My toes flash “Big Apple Red”, peeping boldly against the grey, matte foot pad as I pound the city stairs up Madison Square Garden. Ready to rock out to Sol Invictus feeling like a “Superhero”.
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Acceptance my Love
Screenshot
I’m sure our love was meant for another era
Our brief yet brilliant
Fling
filled the air we breathed
in deep
i float, flow
sleep with ease
a butterfly.
you didn’t even snore. I slept in your bed like this cat on my leg
cozy and warm I didn’t know
I could have another home
bear.
the way you looked at me
reflected a desire to last forever
yet life had other plans
aborted our love
quickly, cut cords
harshly, my memories remain
my love.
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Snow Moon
the Snow Moon glistens across 22 inches. I shovel, re energize, reminisce…
Tanned Calves
Dirty Bucks
Biker shorts
Rocker boots
big appetites
bigger smooch
lies lies lies
blow up my mind
Elderslie and coffee
conversation like a breeze
money is the power move
time be the player
if I was all the wiser
over in a day or
two
too many promises
yeah, I always follow through
and I know you didn't mean it
next time, I call you
OUT on that boo
It's a game
It's a mood
It’s a lame
ass
excuse
And in the end it was so real
but chemistry never wins
so see ya -
Firehorse
How did I fall so fast
such fool
Dinner with mom
we fly baby fly
and I. love. you.
never have I ever
said the words so fast to another;
has brought around family
break-fast my lover
but the patterns
I see
the yes to the movie
last minute turns to no
A pass by your couch
you decide to lay low
not feeling it
to the band at the bar
cough cough
misread
duh, not going out means
no company please
drive home rain pours
wipers suck
light out can’t see
once again once again
red pleather pants peel
off
in my room
makeup wiped clean
burgundy top pile up
for the next rock star studded night…
with out you
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Wrap it Up
Month one
It’s a rush
A love bomb
Four digit security
to your heart your home your Blues baby
Month two
miles away the heart grows fonder
ears ring
brag to friends
the love grows stronger
Bonnie Raitt and sisterhood
Month three
is this the demise
dinner with friends goes awry
colds and coughs arise
dates cancelled
no notice
disappointment seeps
Month four
creeps in with out notice
holiday season upon us
family disguise
skating glee
Halloween
and Rage Against the Machine
Month five
full holiday season
rush rush rush
front the perfect bf
family family family
dinners for two
morning walks pushed aside
Month six
three Saturdays without
a mom of kids would notice
a miss of a partner
left unheard
communicate relate recenter
3000 miles away
heart the escape
I’ll go
Month seven
what even is that
it is no longer
needs not met
time and how spent,
feelings voiced
and gaslit
to end to end to end
a romance that’s faded away
the end
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Wispy
Bloated
Big belly
What happened to being a
Botticelli
take up less space
wisp away
play the way
expectations
shed the tresses
lose the fat
the thoughts and the judgement
caring for the roost
hangry, depleted
therapist says
we see this a lot in
women of your age
running the kids
work and no play
a maid
mommy
and babe
when need be
what’s left
bones and mind fry
I change
take the reins
feed my muscles
fuel my brain
a belly that’s soft
posture that’s tall
drop the jones’
engage the synapses
ignore the punk
asses
