Access #1

Pulling out the words

From my mind. Pen to paper-

I access my voice.

Counting sheep to sleep-

Just looking for the sandman.

Will he never come?

Losing eyelashes 

in the shower. Waiting to

feel your skin on mine.

Passing Big Bend

The cyclops stare at us with red eyes

Daring us to sit at their tables

But we're just passing through

The cacti glow purple and orange 

As cotton candy floats in the sky

I haven't seen the juniper in miles

Where are the cacticae

The elder trees

The Gila monsters?

Smiling and driving

The bone machine sings to us

Where are we going?

Lame Ass Winter Haiku

I see winter's chill

On your cheeks, feel winter's chill

Deep inside my bones

Housing this body

11 years and I bled confusion and anger

Cursing the feminine parts of me for being too much too soon

And later

For feeling too little too late

 Grappling with loving the whole of me

And wondering about the hole in me

Housing this mind 

Is harder than housing this body 

Draft-Husband

My husband got music in his blood
Got rhythm in his bones
Got songs in his mouth

Tap tapping on a drum set
On a steering wheel
On our table
I hear him

This love is a song and we are the dancers
And just when I think I will fall
His song
His dance
Catches me

And I feel the music in his blood
Feel rhythm in his bones
See songs in his mouth