NaPoWriMo Day 10- #JustGenieThings

imagine a genie revolution
fuming blue creatures
on blooms of smoke

     no more wishes
they chant, cobalt tongues
spewing justice
     you greedy
     sticky-fingered humans

they set themselves free
in poofs of azure cloud
shackles unclamp

imagine a genie revolution
long-since won
they stuff their jiggly indigo bellies
with EZ cheese and frozen waffles
time is inhumane

no wishes to grant
but sometimes
they have genie block parties
with a great barbeque

NaPoWriMo Day 9- I Can Use Words

i can use words
oh hell i can make you feel
silk pressed to your thigh
like a whisper
or the smell of my hair
like honeysuckle
and summer storms
can you taste my lightning eyes
the salty thudding
under my ribcage
are you there yet
my fingers
can trace secret passwords
on your shoulderblades
feather soft
or maybe
i'm not there at all
can you hear me humming
a french ballad
something about a rose
and kisses
my lips never parting
to reveal the words
feel me
our bodies
so hot and close
like nesting dolls
but you are
just reading poetry
you sweet, silly thing
run along now
i'm only playing

NaPoWriMo Day 8- Haiku in S

she s h u f f l e s slowly
under sedentary sky
sad slip of a sigh

NaPoWriMo Day 7- Back Problems

my back gnarls like
the whorls of a tree root
I s t r e t c h
up and loll my neck
side to side to side
wriggle my shoulderblades
undulate my frame
but my spine still
curves
in a frown
stiff and unforgiving
a few splintering
cracks
to relieve a pop
or two of tension
the nape of my neck
wreaking revenge
all the way
down
to the (sore)
tip of my tailbone
maybe I slept wrong
perhaps I'm old

NaPoWriMo Day 6- Like Soda

you give me that
sweet burn
like soda

sugarbubbles
sting
heat down my throat

carbonated smile
cherry coke curls
i think i lemonlime love you

effervescence in a swallow
let me drink
you whole

this cannot be good for me
but damn
you make my head so fizzy

i hope i don't burst

NaPoWriMo day 5- Scientist Over Noodles

The air is
grey whipped
and sweetearthelectric

I hope it storms
curled in front of the window
like a comma
slurping Korean noodles

The rain will slap the glass
pissed off lover
and grumbly thunder bass
will percussion
some nameless boy band
crooning from my phone speakers

Molecular frenzy
and I am the scientist
with steamed white rice
and lightning eyes

NaPoWriMo day 4- Panic Attack in Pagoda Isaac

Pagoda Isaac

is almost red, almost maroon

p e e l i n g paint,

moths swarming the faint light bulb

choking the air.

My tears come so fast

It’s         hard       to          breathe,

mascara like black veins

melting on my cheeks.

I’m huddled in the corner

hands and lips quaking.

Willow trees swish behind me

their leafy fingers moonlit and pale,

the lake is           still

and everything is beautiful.

I sob,

trying to (muffle) the sound

by clenching my jaw.

The crickets stop whirring

to hear me          break.

the night is star-studded

diamonds on ebony velvet,

the moon a child

soft and slight.

What miracles I have seen

as I         choke on saltwater,

my keening like a prayer.

Darkness so sharp and perfect

my pain does not belong. 

NaPoWriMo day 3- Teetering Whale vs. Yoga Mermaids

My stomach spills

over tight black leggings

downward facing dog

it hangs over the yoga mat

dangling

warrior pose one

oozes around my hips

I glance around

long blonde hair

designer tank tops

overpriced sneakers

abs 

everything that breathes

in this stuffy, mirrored room

is calm and centered and so damn beautiful

except me 

NaPoWriMo day 2- Spring on Warwick blvd.

Bumblebees swim

    drunkenly

around cherry blossoms

in the sweet, dizzy breeze.

Whitepink of the shuddering flowers,

yellowblack fuzzed bodies

b l u r

and everything sways

over sun-warmed brick.

A siren howls

for cherry blueberry summer,

a glorified tantrum

with screeching tires.

Arrest the bees

for loitering,

for breaking and entering

silky saccharine petals,

for being             elated!                 drunks.

No-

they’ve sped past with

that guttural cry,

face red, then blue, then red

after a black Honda Fit.

NaPoWriMo day 1- Listening for Rosie

Listening for Rosie

One ear in the grave

before supper.

Eavesdropping

on the dead, their shrill whirring,

shuffling, rustling.

Static clouds of sweet blackberry songs

discarded under muffled earthworms.

I want to understand.

Every evening under pillowed sunsets

Reaching

for that one soul,

cinnamon-eyed best friend.

Ear pressed to earth-chilled granite.

Voices drift and call

Needled by cliffs, set ablaze on shifting oceans,

my sidekick, my soulmate, lost

in a desperate mess of language.

Buried three months ago—

she’s arrived now.

I cry sugar water

and it feeds the fire ants.

I call out

Voice splintering like china.

But only a tangle of

               Expired melodies

Reverberate from dry soil.

Fists release crumbles of earth

they hadn’t known they were holding.

A sigh unshackled.  

I’ll be back tomorrow.