
"Tonight
In the pale light of
The back room of the 5 & Dime
Naked and drunk
She was a goddess
To an adolescent mind
Though she was hardened by the touch
Of too many hands
That had run hot over her body
And numb to the taste of the many mouths
That had strained for her lips
Matty was gilded in my eyes
Her name became my prayer
I fell to my knees..."
~excerpt from Goddess at the 5 and Dime

"I grew up in love with you
Though I’m not sure I knew what that meant
You gave me the same odd feeling in my tummy
That “Han Solo” did when he shot across the screen
And when I heard romantic songs on the radio
I was sure they were all written for you and me
I wished on every star at Lisa Morolie’s
Controversial “boy-girl” birthday party that
When we played “Spin the Bottle” it would stop
At me –"
~excerpt from Storm Hazel Eyes

"She doesn’t move much
I never have to steal the covers back
She is a sound sleeper
Only the static of the TV when our VCR shuts off wakes her
That is never before midnight
We shuffle from the couch to the bedroom
Good and tired
I have to coax her to the bathroom to brush her teeth
Before she collapses on to the mattress
Her body exhausted
Her mind too tired to dream"
~excerpt from Holding Herself