THIS AGE
Making love to me now
is like falling into a
fat sleeping lamb
My poetry now
sinks like my tits
no matter how
hard I stab it
into the meat
of the paper
This is the best
time of my life
This is what
I have been waiting for
This is NOT
what I expected
GARDENING ONE-ON-ONE
7a.m. I stood
amongst pistils
stamens and
crazed carpenter bees
The smell of apple
and lilac blooms
making a nap
smell so good
but there is
too much to do
The clippers in
my hands
I swear I
felt every cut
Kissing the branches
Making it better
The magnolia
voluptuous blooms
Soft as my inner
thigh
I see through
the eyes of
Georgia O'Keeffe
and rub the
petals against
my cheek
