I Have No Resolution

I Have No Resolution

a reset
to be the same

we play fool
with tradition

break promises
we’ve made
to ourselves

each year
another X
on the road

the X
another spot
that has already been dug

it was empty,
put the dirt back
and try again
next year

waste not
want not

let the calendar slip
right on
by

it’s more of the same,
the digits change
and we tell ourselves
we will too.

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I am

the nowhere





lost in the fog

of loved

and unloved





heaven sent

angels

with trumpets

to sound





I plugged them up

with my swift

little hands

and my knees are dirty
from sinner’s prayer

I push the button,
the detonator’s gone soft-
heaven’s gates are safe tonight

mother warned me
about the sharpness of teeth,
she forgot to mention
the angle of death
in folded wings

“I just wanted to know…”

he trails off,
picks at the green fuzz
on the front of his shirt,
adjusts himself
in his chair

anything to keep
from continuing
or locking eyes

a bird sings
on the roof
and I think
of a poem
I read
when I was eighteen

I want to fly from here,
was my favorite line.

he shakes his head
and I’m losing patience,
which is rare
for me to do

“You wanted to
know what?”, I ask.

pause,
smile

“I wanted to know
what it felt like
to break something
beautiful.”

with that,
he leaves.

He Calls with a Winky Face, I Raise Him a Finger

He Calls with a Winky Face, I Raise Him a Finger

he says:

he’s got the skinny,
the low down on
the cure to
all the blues

he doesn’t weave words,
sends a winky face
in place of
good night

God, I hate
that shit.

take a chance, ma’am-

please don’t
call me that

doll,
baby,
honey,
sugar,
sweetie.

I have a name,
he won’t use

best to turn
the bolt
now.

He Calls with a Winky Face, I Raise Him a Finger

He Calls with a Winky Face, I Raise Him a Finger

he says:

he’s got the skinny,
the low down on
the cure to
all the blues

he doesn’t weave words,
sends a winky face
in place of
good night

God, I hate
that shit.

take a chance, ma’am-

please don’t
call me that

doll,
baby,
honey,
sugar,
sweetie.

I have a name,
he won’t use

best to turn
the bolt
now.