only in his eyes
can i pretend it’s ok
because it’s just not

only in his eyes
can i pretend it’s ok
because it’s just not

the mid-winter blues:
sometimes words stick in our teeth
unspittable pith

but i will teach them
the ‘t-h’ intricacies
of learning English
i will not give up
’cause they’ve crossed every border
to learn love’s language
we will never know
how sketchy the ride will be
until we arrive

all you need to know:
we legally have this kid
(it’s not your business)

our preparations
for this moment of our lives
go beyond torrejas

beyond this sweet sauce,
this Christmas stocking for you,
beyond this moment


our preparations
go beyond twenty-two years
when we were babies
when we were in love
as only the young can be
and he promised me
what promise, you ask?
to open our home with love
when it is needed
was this small reward
worth 200 work hours?
yes, yes, yes, fuck yes.

the small sentences
of my Newcomer student
make teaching worthwhile

with the alphabet
and a little translation
we learn a language


yes, i have a mouth
that detests these cubicles
because i teach. duh
if i lose my job
because of my opinion
i will find a way

for people to see
that communication works
if you just try it.
weekday hiking joys:
mostly-empty trails with dogs
who love each other


uncompromised views
of our blue-sky perfect peaks
and wildflowers


best of all? no work
to big down miles of fun,
of escapism
