Another Friday (May 22, 2009)

that fated wedding—
I hoped I’d never forget
your beautiful face


approaching summer
the temperature of my tea
makes the day seem cool


clouds obscure the sun—
laughing at the sad attempt
the sun shines elsewhere


day filled with bird chirps
complaining about the heat
I know how you feel


birds tweet in nature
under air conditioning
I am tweeting too


every thought of you
soothes the bitterness away
a drop of honey

First Mosquito (May 13, 2009)

inside drinking tea
just recently I notice
the thunderstorm

my amazing bed—
already sleeping in it …
soon my dreams come true

a lone mosquito
doesn’t have time to regret
—the first of many

I fucking crushed him
before he knew what happened
the first of many

underneath make-up
hide more layers of beauty
to infinity

Anticipation (May 12, 2009)

Out of Tabasco
Another bottle purchased
Mexican workers


Familiar tea
Pulses of dinner traffic—
Where are they eating


My mother’s stories
A trouble-making baby—
I apologize


An occupied mind
Re-arranging furniture
Soon to be my home

Friday— (May 8, 2009)

a dribble of milk
changes the flavor of tea
the day is gloomy


incessant complaints
a fly buzzing in my ear
—working with mother


Friday dinner rush
Almost breaks me into sweat
Just out of practice

After-Birthday (May 3, 2009)

parmesan shakers
conspicuously empty
lack of customers


freshly-washed bed sheets—
never underestimate
the soothing power

Friday (May 1, 2009)

bad economy
forgotten by media
thankful to swine-flu

another birthday
a superfluous excuse
to see Emily

a bleaching mishap
after a dozen washes
—My hands smell like bleach

refills of water
drink without satisfaction
a salty sandwich

I Am So Graceful

I just realized something today—

In my entire food service career, I have never had any kind of traumatic accident. I have never dropped a large tray of food. I've never dropped any kind of pasta or burger in the kitchen. I have never spilled anything on a customer.

I am just like a figure skater out there.