sleeping beautyIn case I can't tell you tomorrow, ormy mind falls between the cracks or a dogeats my face. In case the alarm clock rings through the daywithout a hand to stop it, or I fall asleep andcan't find my way out again, in case there is another worldwaiting for me to close my eyes,I love you now,waiting.
the way true love endsYou don't mind your failing body, itevens the odds, you measure your timelike an accountant or bookie, the rowsin your head, the things you could bearto leave behind. I have to practicecalling other people, other placeswe will never see together, you arewalking forward, always into the future.
religionI don't mind if people prayfor me as long as they don't pray at me.I don't mind faith in the wind and earth, thebelief that what you give out comes back,one times three, I don't fold my hands togetherto ask blessings on food or caskets or planes chargingto the sky, holding the heart of a tree in my hands, I askthat this be enough.
A Professional PoetAs a professional poet I hate greeting cardsand poems read as eulogy. As a professional poetI hate people who say, Read This or send me longletters with phrases like we grow together but apart.What does this mean, I am a poet who does not lovethe English language or words used for force, forrambling oceans of words that do not belong next toone another, I am a poet who smokes cigarettes for breakfast,drinks mimosas, a poet who repeats herself, who clings tothe slight notion of what poetry means, what it means to bea poet in a world where the morning sun never stopsrising.