aayoungevery night you were away
i sought you out
through blackberry bramble ether
from weeping constellations above dixmyth avenue
to jessamine county barns filled with horse hay
perpetually wrapping blue ribbon around my finger
whispering vespers
my plea to the particles of the universe
to hold you together
to bring you back from oblivion
as you had done for me
you are my chosen family
inextricably part
of my thunderous heart
to which you will always hold the latchkey
my desire becomes primitive
when i consider the way
loving him is more than emotion
it is biological
chemical
our own space on the periodic table
elemental
i want him
with the parts of me that desire
to nurse children
eat meat
wear fur
find warmth in firelight
especially when
i am beneath him
skin wet
my hands in his beard
watching the muscles ripple
from his shoulders
down his arms
certain
i could remain there
until the next ice age
Sunday is the day
your old ghosts,
demons,
and crushing failures
drop in
for a spot of tea.
Gregor Mendel
was a Moravian scientist
and Augustinian friar,
who in the mid 1850’s,
became the father
of genetics
and heredity,
through his experiments
with plants bearing peas.
My playful mind envisions him
amongst tender blossoms
applying color and size,
dominance and hybridization,
to the Punnett square
within his thoughts.
Given over to whimsy,
I concoct a notion
of the genius
preparing for Easter feast,
crossbreeding
hummingbirds
with marshmallows
to provide God,
Cherubim,
and Seraphim
little angel shaped Peeps.
i’m ready to pop the cork
on that bottle we’ve been saving
and have apocalypse sex
finds me in need
of a proper bending over
if only
to improve
my disposition
grief is a sloppy drunk
slurred stumble leaning
into unresolved dark corners
of our lives
the moment you think
you’ve placed him down for the night
into a reasonable bed
here he comes again
breathing his sickly sweet
bourbon breath
how will i ever forget
where our statues stood
before the corrosive
passage of time
water and salt
form glacial streams
down weary faces
marking the ones who love us
this is what we began with
this is what we leave behind
it is an accepted truth of passing science
that shorter people live longer
i always rationalized
that there is more likely to go wrong
amidst miles of spine, veins, and limbs
but that’s not the reason
it’s mind over matter
discovering this because of my own
diminutive stature
it is impossible to feel old
when your swaying feet
don’t find the floor
beneath the bar stool
enduring a lifetime of
phone book thrones
when one is perpetually
reaching for things
with the assistance
of a nearby chair