Month: June 2014

Sphnix Life

I live my life in several stages

child, toddler, adult

and each layer

has to slip then slide

into position

to complete each act

eating, talking, work.

I have to be enough alive

to move along

to wake up

and learn

the basic steps

1,2,3…

out the door.

each day.

Sometimes I cut

up food to baby sized

pieces

and feed myself

each bite forced.

Sometimes I eat like I’ll never eat again.

I appear and disappear

like high and low tide

showing my rocks

then covering up

with smooth ripples.

Looking peaceful

I glide into rooms

and sit for hours

pretending to pay attention

nod sagely

as if I am aware.

 

At work I smile

and automate

my job

so well I can serve

people

and greet them by name

“how is our son?” “is your kitchen finished yet?”

without eye contact

without really knowing their features

I know my customers

life stories,

everyday troubles

and couldn’t pick

them out in a line up

 

For years I have tried to answer the sphinx’s riddle:

“what has four feet in the morning

to in the afternoon,

and three at night?”

I am toddler, woman, grandma.

Each day

I fail

To remain

My age.

Taking Orders

when we are in a rush
his sloppy letters
come out through my hand
a xylophone of locking joints.

I stop dead
my fingers poisoned
and rush the other
sloppy, half written
back to the grill

“2 eggs and toast
for here please”

don’t make me
extrapolate
my no trespassing sign
is covered in grey lichen.

Roasting

Sometimes we forget fire

is a delicate balance

of air and flame.

 

Fire is absence

of dark

of dampness,

 

fire demands.

Burns back skin.

to revel our roasted

skeltons

chard and cracked.