Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Immigrant

The immigrant
who owns the coffee cart
near Union Square
speaks Arabic with my friend,
laughing and flashing his decaying teeth
as he tells her she works too hard
and drinks too much


Saturday, February 2, 2013

Groundhog Day

Disheveled hair and dress
O, what a beautiful mess!
Sleep walking into a sweaty state
Grunting, groaning, heartbeat soaring
Am I dreaming?
Am I dressed?
Yes, in yesterday’s clothes
The same as a day, two days, a week ago
Press rewind; repeat
Ready, set, go!
No, I forgot my shoes
Spent too many times hitting snooze
In a delirious, dreaming state
I scream, but do not wake
Run, run, run!
That hamster wheel
Count the fluffy, white sheep
Laughing in my face
As I struggle to stand
Time stuck still
If I jump, will I land
On two feet
In glacial waters
Flowing red across my chest
Am I dead?
No, but barely alive, at best.