Empty Me

I’ve told you I’m no good at discarding the beautiful, the keepsakes, the nostalgic, the useless. With no discrimination, no exclusions, “Everything Must Stay!” And stay it has. Your section gathering dust, a menagerie of memories that catch under my skin. A faded emporium gagging on trinkets of costume jewelry and barbie doll memories. Pointed, plastic…

The Poetry Reading

Everyone’s afraid to touch the microphone, everyone except you. You, reflected in the bottom of a water glass, sun in every window, bouncing off buildings, and turning your outline into art. You, with shoulders relaxed, chest rising easily with each soft laugh. Sweet, and genuine, and self-assured, a real natural. Deliberate and calm, handing that…