a poem a day for a year #1

messy people like me

don't even have new calendars yet

my 'to do' lists have always been written in composition notebooks

the black and white kind

my best friend says they look like the scribbles of madmen

grocery lists stacked right beside of sentences I never want to forget beside of movie quotes and hit lists

but I have fresh feelings on this day

I see the hem rising of 2012

like a saucy temptress

I open my blouse to the window

bright January light

pours on my naked body

and I am somehow pure

like old stones

like laughter

like things with purpose



ink pens

I have clean unlined sheets of paper in my mind

they are large and hang from the wall

and I am about to tear them out one by one and blow your mind