Jesus saves
The battered wreck
He inherited from his father.

Hey Alexa, do you think google reads my email?

I was happy in the factory. I met my now- ex-husband, I made good money, I had vacation time. I was in a union. Where else can you get a job with those kinds of perks?

Nothing about loving you is ice, or cold. Well, maybe your feet. Mine,
too.

It’s one of me, spitting
out bones. Bones in
my mouth so long
I thought they were
necessary teeth.

I am a manifestation
between stardust and dust
my lover said
over her avocado toast,
as I scramble to avoid
the lure of Tinder

The kitchen smelled of garlicky soup and sex.
I wanted both.

He walks the battlefield
steps over corpses
collects swords, shields, to stack
in piles.

The sun is a flaming orange
afro, teased and fluffed, spilling
its nectar on hot concrete sidewalks,
evaporating like exhaust-fume mirages,
just beyond my reach.

The cheese I know comes from the beautiful cows, cows as beautiful as princesses that graciously graze on the deep grass, grass as salty as the sea, grass as green as the emerald lake of your dreams.