cinders

Consume it all.
Swallow it as it is
Choke
Cry
Vomit
Sit with your shoulders down
Like it you have battled the whole world
And was defeated.

Give him your cross
A lucky charm
That was ripped out of your heart
Your soul
Your mind
Your spirit
Make a bonfire
And throw yourself in it.






And one day
Someone will find a daffodil
In the cinders.

The Day We Did The Laundry

The day we did the laundry
What was the point?

That day we did the laundry
We did a good
I said.
- Yes, we did
pretty good.

What was the point?
It was 9 o'clock.
9 am.

We did a good job,
I said.

I tried to make it easy
Unimportant

I tried to make it banal
It didn't work.

A poem for dead cat

a poem for dead cat

dearest Cat

I m so sad that you are dead

you were always close

you understood

you purred

everyone liked you

oh, He! he is so beautiful

so soft

-that's what everyone said.

This cat is so special!

He always understands!

He can always find people

who are in need

who are in pain

And he just lays next to them

on their elbow

on their belly

on their leg

on their heart.

He always comes to comfort!

You have such a wonderful cat.

Everyone stroked you

saying

oooh, he is soooo nice!

And when you re dead.

Who will cry after you

But me?

No one.

Because you re alive.

And maybe it is just me

who is the cat.