Crumble
To Scott

I crumble
beneath your kisses melt like
hot wax beneath your touch you
bring bliss beauty love to my
world, dear, infuse
life in mundane
things like
breathing.


The Unemployment Poem

I aged
100 years in
one month – had more
pain than a toothache or
tattoo – was more quickly
and violently brought to
my knees than when I’m
dragged down a ditch by
my dogs.