lucky
have heat
hot water for tea
biscotti
honey
from the farm
on the road
with the bees

I needed a cigarette
alcohol and drugs
just to get thru
confession

I married a couch
with a tv remote
a gun looking
for a bullet

drove down dirt roads
finding jesus and carl sagan
elvis
before he went to vegas
hitch hiking near memphis

now
as in today
the sun rise
that can only happen
once

you were wet
covered in fur

it
was raining
the sky
laughing
crying
begging to learn

time
stuck to my shoe
leaves
mud on the floor

the memory arrives tomorrow

who invented the shovel

I sit
with squirrels and chipmonks
bluebirds and butterflies

“get a job”
the cats are yelling
I do not understand

and
into the earth we
go
dream
I was digging

I hate this day
here comes tomorrow

grew up
mystified
by mother earth

maybe
I am a poetess
searching for words

think
that is what
I will be

virtual
not
really a poem

this place
where
everybody’s gay
I am
a lesbian
yeah
I know

virtual
like a poem

kisses my
forehead
because
it’s the mind
and the eye
and parts
of everything
else

maybe
everything forgotten
is
written down on
paper
so
we won’t forget

they said
they had god
they said
on hold
while
we buy
a few more
television stations

do not wait
call now
get it
over
be done
move on
stumble
into the future

she
would tolerate
my
drug usage

do you
have any

between her
purse
and the truck
a large pharmacy

“house calls”
she
said

In
one of your tears
was
a story
it
hit the ground
got told