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{February 14, 2015}   Weather Man

aheart
underneath the cover

of

skin

or cotton

or night

there is a beating that goes on

my heart starts and stops

intermittent

depending on the weather,

you are my weather man

controlling my temperature

keeping me shivering

hot and cold

you’ve shown me how the sun can still shine

even when i’m stuck in my own frozen tundra
weatherman



{February 13, 2015}   But I Did

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it’s not a compromise

when the script is written by you alone,

no deviation allowed,

except i never got my copy and i don’t know my lines,

it’s clear this amateur production should be known by heart

but the scent in the air brings the monster to mind

and i know the monster grows by the hour

or

the glassful, not halfway, but over the top

dripping down like these stupid tears that don’t belong here,

or is it me?

i am woman, watch me do what i’m told, or not,

it’s a mind-meld-unknown and i

just

should

know

because alcohol fumes weigh the scale uneven

and no amount of Air Supply songs can restore balance

i am a disappointment through the bottled view,

perfection through clarity,

but nothing is clear anymore

and sappy love songs don’t hit that spot after awhile,

they ferment, become sour and nothing looks the same,

i wonder sometimes,

what would have happened

if i didn’t cross that bridge,

but i did
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{February 8, 2015}   Poisonous Tongue

mouth sewn shut
each gold hued drop after drop

another tear slips out defiant against each sip,

one tongue-lashing for each imagined slight

every presumed sin,

brought to the surface through the distillation process

magnified enemy vapors let loose poisonous,

filter-less and without boundary

another strike to these already damaged insides,

here today, a vague pounding tomorrow,

whiskey fumes with a hint of venom

release the monster, hidden under a veil of sarcastic disdain,

desire to see me humble and exposed though i am guiltless,

while the root of it all is baseless accusation

an endless trial continues, jury-less,

judged only through a foggy haze distorted

i am defenseless,

deemed a perjurer when silent, accused of fraudulent words when i speak

so my mouth remains sewn shut

guilty as charged without explanation

and the gavel comes down hard

again
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et cetera