choices

Problem Solving

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she wants an answer
 and i want a solution:
 not an easy mix
 
 i stare at Wash Park
 paddles, crayfish everywhere
 and think of that day
 
 when we were problems
 we were each other’s problems
 and that was okay
 
 she’d never been there
 and we pedaled that huge bike
 each one disabled
 
 we ate what we ate
 we chewed what we chewed: bitter
 yet: so fucking sweet
 
 and why i hate now:
 because i have everything
 (nothing without her)
 
 money doesn’t buy
 that once-in-a-lifetime love
 trapped inside boxes
 
 so what’s my answer?
 there’s no easy solution
 to a broken heart
 
 but let us fix it
 pedal away from Wash Park
 be wholly ourselves
 
 

Dusks and Dawns

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red sky at night brings…
 allergies, fires, candles…
 and love. my love. love!
 
 red sky at morning
 sailors give warning: heart bursts
 for what’s lost at night
 
 

Daykeep

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eyes burning, itching
 allergies taking over
 lost words from far back
 
 yet, i’m so happy
 house tucked into dream pocket
 i could let this go
 
 this and my students
 who deserve America
 (this dream we all have)
 
 and i’ll fight for them
 and she’ll praise him, she’ll praise him
 (but he wouldn’t fight)
 
 and we all know it–
 how deep my love grows. hard ass?
 abso-fuck-lutely
 
 hard ass, heart of gold.
 that you can’t forget. you can’t.
 and why now, why now?
 
 cause it’s easy now?
 cause you have a house, a home?
 cause we’re good enough?
 
 cause we were good then,
 as golden as these lost days.
 i’ll keep my days. thanks.
 
 
 
 
 

Announcement

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published now for all:
 our dream come true in a home
 we’ll all find space in
 

Knowledge

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first one we looked at
 offer in my back pocket
 when you know, you know
 
 just like way back when
 looking into his blue eyes
 when you know, you know
 
 some dreams take too long
 too many tries, money wasted
 but now i know… i know
 
 had me at hardwood
 hard-earned years, so many jobs
 i hardly know you, love
 
 but soon you’ll be ours
 no renovation, like new
 somehow i just knew
 

Under the Summer Sun

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last days of summer
 mini-golfing with grandma
 home before the rain
 
 

Anywhere but Here

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with windows wide: write.
 because you’ve missed my poems, love.
 since yesterday’s dawn
 
 girls in sun’s shadow
 as she announces her move.
 life: cycle in, out.
 


you know you’ve missed me
 my “seven-likes” followers
 ’cause i didn’t write
 
 you count me daily
 amongst the regular loves
 that make us a life
 
 and i was just born.
 (it was like i was just born
 the day i met him)
 


’cause seventeen years
 can’t be measured in mountains
 or wildflowers
 


or whining children.
 but in the steps we oft take
 on our way back home
 
 and in sunsets. Sun!
 lighting my way across love
 across city, life.
 


cutting down this ‘hood
 into what it’s meant to be:
 scraped, demolished, lost.
 
 circular i am
 because that’s how tires spin:
 neverending globe
 


that brings us back home
 wherever that home may be.
 anywhere but here.
 

Sunny Skies Ahead

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he comes home with clouds
 hovering over new joy
 (where we could be free)
 
 but then i must ask:
 is freedom found in money?
 so hard to answer
 
 those without know best:
 lack of money’s a prison
 choking month to month
 
 those with all know best:
 too much money is a trap
 biting claws of greed
 
 it was just enough
 for shoes, road trips, water parks
 just enough to breathe
 
 i want that freedom–
 monthly-cycle jail-cell break
 so far from the clouds
 
 

Cheesecake Cycle

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early morning ride
 in search of a springform pan
 obstacles block route
 
 stores aren’t convenient
 when his birthday’s tomorrow
 and i just can’t wait
 
 twenty-four miles
 transforms fast to thirty-two
 in mid-morning heat
 
 Google, phone fail me
 i meander through suburbs
 Google, phone save me
 
 prairie dog hit/run
 lost glove, quick tea/chocolate swigs
 breathless arrival
 
 cold shower, dentist
 girls busy with chores, reading
 in the name of love
 
 but i got the pan
 for the best cheesecake ever
 for the man i love
 

If the Shoe Fits…

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reality hits:
 plumber, groceries, shoe shopping,
 clean car, room, laundry
 
 not a moment’s rest
 to really run a household
 two incomes looms big
 
 will it be worth it?
 one week i’ll be back at work
 he’ll have long hours
 
 what i did today?
 dispersed between homework, school,
 kids’ activities
 
 never the down time
 he’s given us all these years
 (but… we can buy shoes!)