Monday, July 16, 2012

Her Indian Eyes


I live and die by Indian Eyes
Kisses of salt
Lick of savory cardamom
Each lash, each iris

I live and die by Indian eyes
Cigarettes on the fire escape
Legs crossed
Each pull, each exhale

I live and die by Indian eyes
Smoky eye liner
Small breath of air
Each answer, each request


NYC Dinner Across From Indigenous Eyes


In and Out of Affection

Breathing hurts my lungs as stove coils burn our dessert
He loves another
Mealtime more tired than restless legs and tasteless words

Sitting in dirty Levi’s
Hip bones and thoughts protrude from tanned skin
Bruising my thighs

Interesting to the tops of his ears with enthusiasm for sentimental moments
Learning from the other
Tears well up in my eyes and roll down my cheeks this evening

Words continue to prick my spin
Purposely forgotten nightstand earrings, now remembered
True love’s lovers have ended

Washing dishes in his sink remains the most natural
He loves another
Writhing hands try to understand the linen fabric dinner napkins

"Big Ass-ey Tassie's" 11/11