Miniatures made more recently

I stared at it stupidly
Mouth agape 

The thanksgiving sandwich

Being made 



————



My compatriot

Small, abuzz instantly

Squints for the morning moon


Lumbering through the kitchen

The day is swallowed whole



————


A fat finger

Traces in brown,

I think white,

Sand 


Some figures 

For you to 

Consider, learn

And leer


The ocean shrugs

It’s shoulders

On our toes

Time and again


Not scared

not afraid

Just yet, if ever



———-



Watered the garden 

Before the thunderstorm

Pray for me


The injection site remained 

Cold to the touch 

For many hours after 


I can’t remember when I first 

Told you I loved you

It was early on I’m sure



———-


Haunted this one night 

The dog barking sideways

And Shadows flattened and tripling

themselves along the wall

(They were where they should not be)


I bagged up crackers and pretzels

Trundled my way up the stairs

And locked myself in the purple room

(But they’re all purple rooms up here

I thought)


And as my stomach filled

The haunting faded away

And the dull, moveable thuds ceased to be

And the dog sighed contentedly across the room

And I buzzed in that usual way

Uncomfortable but safe


———-



There are several mattresses to choose from

Some are low to the ground

While others are high, and have been made higher with toppers and blankets and the like


And so migrate quietly 

from one mattress to another

As the slow slog of days unfold

Like a mid tempo marching band

Heard softly in the distance



———



The dog whimpers in her sleep next to me

On the floor

And I am on the floor

And she is dreaming in her bed

Of some thing or another 

Bones or cats or small children

Or balls that are sometimes hers

And other times not

And I am laying next to her

On a mattress on the floor

And I cannot fall asleep

Shaking, as I am, in my own way

Jolted awake time and time again

Just as I am about to make an escape 



———


The winter is nearing an end 

And so the weight of the things 

I must do feels lighter

And it’s ok to hold my infant son at 6pm 

and gaze through the blinds as he squirms and writhes

His furrowed brow 

A wrinkle in my brow

A long strange season

To have endured




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