Category Archives: Poetry

Gratitude

the meth heads who care for mother
took over when the Chicanos were deported

i never doubted their good intentions
or the smile(s on their faces)
when they learned
their key unlocked everything…

you dont need’ to be straight
to help someone use the
toilet it might even help
to be other wise

in the end its a
shoulder to lean on

unless they forget to show
up for work

(2017)

The Covenant

And tomorrow they will take from you that first piece of flesh
But you wouldn’t know that
Because you don’t know anything

It could be preserved in tin foil and placed in the freezer
But no one would do that
Because no one does that sort of thing

Someday you could unwrap it with trembling fingers
But it would be blue and wrinkled
Because it is a piece of you

(1995)

Boiling Water

I stood at the stove
Boiling water in a pot
The coffee hovered in a strainer
On the kitchen table
When she burst in
And said she wanted to help with the laundry
Specifically the sheets

We stuffed what we could
Into my broken bags
And hauled the loads to the laundromat
Where we sat through the cycle
Waiting to see how the stains would turn out
Especially the sheets

2007