Silvia

took three showers today
I cant seem to wash you
down that damn drain
away from my heart
and eclipsing brain

I dont know, you.
like i know this water
clinking with ice
in my glass.
clinking the empty
sounds of that hollow
space beneath my breasts

Cold and prespiring,
I cant wash you off
like this water
running down my cheeks
like this water flowing
away from my body like
this water pouring down that drain.

Goose Pimples

It was a tragedy,
the worst of all kinds
When the man in the
butler suit and with a magic wand
puffed out his cheeks and stopped
the music, mid orgasm
mid crescendo to the high beyond that soaring trumpet
I have that plucked feather look
when the notes kiss y ears
My nape, exposing all that I have
to the buther's knife
I wait for him to take a swing and let gush out my hopes
and dreams. Inot the music, the harmony
of what I call living.

I know the way

Toy trucks and pretend masks
keep me from the monster in the
shadows of my castle room.
I know the ways of the world

Letters have meaning
the teacher points out
I knew that already,
a week ago
I know the ways of the world

Late night window climbing
secret kisses graced with
nerves of the first time
I know the ways of the world

A time where school doesnt end
and the lunch is the same
and the friends always change
I know the ways of the world

College, graduated,
educated, dated,
I know the ways of the world

Marriage, kids, divorce
kareoke, love again
I know the ways of the world

Age, chemicals that take my hair
and place it in the brush,
bed pans and male nurses
I know the ways of the world

I know the way in this world
I know the way in my world
I dont know your way,
I dont know his.
I dont know life
as a I knew it.