a little

simultaneously 

touched and infuriated 

that you kissed my cheek

we are all hopeless
romantics, and all the more
hopeful for it

0000

somewhere in height, full moon
(everyone writes)
but clearer in shorter nights

don't do it

hunting for words to
say something visceral (like
bad choreographies)

here again, with Sunday

towel smells
vaguely
of you

junk shop

standing in a junk shop;
sudden urge to buy
twenty-two soft toys.

poems from camp

all the kids look stoned
but it is just pool chlorine
burning their eyes red



You are ten
"going on fourteen"
pretending you are eleven
look about twelve
You had a 52mmx41mm brain tumour
at age two
Your bedtime is nine thirty
but only on camp --
usually it is seven.

the last party

person in
pink poncho
plays piano

wrap

in strangers I find
some conversation but it
is rarely enough

dress (for open)

INSTABILITY HAIKU

one thing I'm learning:
nothing's fixed - even
perfectly rehearsed work


DECISION/TRUST HAIKU

another lesson:
that which I know first
is usually right


SIGHT

my eyes are made of honey
I would rather
they stung of sea salt

my eyes refuse to hold
heavy with black

my eyes are not mine
they are borrowed

my eyes can hear

dress (B)

ABSENCE HAIKU

missing body
excess energy
can't trust my own ankles


HAIKU FOR 'PORCELAIN'

unidentified
alien and beautiful
six fragile women


PONCHO HAIKU

plastic embrace
with distant body
soaked but not from rain


NOTES HAIKU

sometimes, my pulse
makes me feel like I'm rocking
even in stillness

cycle

avoiding sleeping
body dragging behind head
on a fraying rope