Ginger

The ceiling above my bed

Was cracked the night we met

By the storm that turned this

House onto an x axis.

I couldn’t stop staring,

Freckle-counting and still caring

For the constellation-faced

Boy with impeccable taste.

I piled my books up high from the floor,

Fortress walls, like I’d always done before.

Do you remember laying like stars

On the concrete, comparing our scars?

I remember singing Billie Holiday

Classics, and dreaming one day

We’d fall asleep on each other

The way you always said we would.

Towards the Sun

I still recall being

A paper doll

In his unsteady hands.

I watched with horror as my sweet wax wings

Melted in the sharp, white sun

Before I could even fly.

And that the feathers

Slowly walked down from the sky

To wait for me.

But as I took the last few steps

My feet went missing

And I bumped my way down

Into the yawping mouth below.

City Sounds

I wake and climb up on the roof above

To look out over all the Portland sky.

I close my eyes and let the wind become

Six miles per hour of new words to write.

The sounds of horns and bike wheels all rise up—

Distracting from the words I cannot think.

I wish just once

To close my eyes

And hear a mellow loon call.

But I will settle for the sound of trains.

The Tallest Man on Earth

The nurse staff asked

“What happened to him?”

I answered, silently,

Is it anyone’s fault when an evergreen falls?

Careful sheets and lilac flowers and orange rinds too,

Cover you.

What did I do to

The man in the moon?

Nothing-I whisper-nothing.

And all I can think of is

Lying facedown on the bed

With one eye open

Next to the lilac flowers

Listening to you tell the fable

Of you, the tallest man on earth.

You left me there,

Waiting, naked.

Next time, I’ll introduce myself—

“Hello, it’s so nice to meet you, my name is Scapegoat”

Unnamed

I saw a woman on a bench today—

            I memorized her.

            Every freckle I could see

            And every sigh that left her lips.

            I took them for my own.

I saw a nymph on a bench today—

            And I knew she knew

            Where Amelia Earhart

            Had gone.

            If anyone could know, she could know.

I saw a goddess on a bench today—

            And the world tipped to one side

            And left me groundless.

            Even time paused

            To wink at her

            Before continuing his work.

I saw a girl on a bench today—

            She left after saying “hello”

            And I didn’t want to follow. 

Clam

In the palm of his hand,

For his convenience,

Lay a clam.

Fissures and fault lines

Made up the map of her shell.

A smile was barely visible

As he crushed the shell inside his fist

Revealing the naked pink

Innards. He could almost see

Her shivering.

With a smirk

He tossed the mess to the ground. 

The Salt

The salt-sea

Breeze and the

Sea-salt spice

Make up most of the summer.

I watched a little red buoy hoist himself up up and up

Into the waves.

Tumble, tumble, head over toes,

Only to start the climb again.

His little journey

Is never-ever-ending.

I think I hear him calling

Over the rumble of the ride.

Nothing smells quite like

The sea-salted breeze

Or the faint, far off

Linger of a

Long-dead crab.

And how can I do anything

But lay like a stone,

While my skin starts to

Darken and my lips

Start to sting,

Until I can feel them crackling under my tongue.

Until I dissolve into the sea-salt waves.

Until I am the sea salt too.

Clouds

I had to write and revise ten poems for a class last semester, so I'll be posting them in the order I submitted them for class over the next couple of weeks. I posted this one before, but it was before revision. This is the new version. Enjoy!

Clouds

Sometimes all I can see

Are rabbits in the clouds,

Or mermaids.

Or even mammoth creatures.

But usually, just clouds.

Sometimes the sky

Turns purple. And we all have

To wait awhile

Before climbing trees.

Even oftener still,

The sky lets loose

A bright and lusty barrage

Of water,

That everyone ignores.

I will always marvel at you,

Even when the rest of the world forgets.