MDI

Spiraling skies of color guide

To the mountain's top

Home

Where the ocean surrounds us

Raging against our sturdy rock

Peaceful island

Circle like a heart, knit too tight.

Unbroken from the

Theater we all remember

Never forget the constant regret from

The nights in the parking lot, when

My wheels spun on the thick ice.

Following his footprints in the snow

Bush whacking, up a mountain

Soaking the sun like a wet sponge,

Still free

Us local girls, chemical free

Sun, coloring in the lines of our skin

As good as the

Drive home, wind in hair.

Sun still untouched by man

Smell the Sea, harvested

By the boys who won’t leave

The island,

You leave, with an ache in your heart

Balsam in your nose, a song on your lips, salt on your tongue.

My hands reach,

For the tide's white foam against the granite.

Sunlight beating on your back,

Grappling with the trail, dirt in your nails,on all fours,

Where are we now?

Every muscle aches

For the freshest air, the silence

We’re lucky to know,

Exists.

After Work (poem)

After Work

My lips puff

To destroy the evidence,

That stings my throat and

Burns my lungs.

I lean back on the sofa

Eyes heavy, like I finished crying

Now I’m ready to

Laugh.

The waistband around my jeans

Feels tighter

Everything feels tighter

I feel everything.

My headache is gone.

The pen against the pad is smooth and easy.

He kisses my mouth and

Tears a hole in my lungs.

Now the blue scarf hangs on the rack,

My neck is cold.

I leave room for Mike on the couch,

He is miles away.

Trapped in a cage

Body like liquid.

I stare at the women on T.V,

Mouths moving, heads purring.

My tongue is relaxed

Lucky girl

I don’t have to speak

For days.