Fat Bottom Girl Said What

When my ass talks, people listen.

A Slice Of Heaven

Cotton sheets snap in the breeze

ghosts dancing in tandem

fibers infused with hyacinth carried on the spring air

I sink my toes into the cool clover

and watch cloud shadows race across the ground

Sunshine burns the part in my hair

and just for a minute

this is heaven





When the robins arrive

bring me pansies

to signal the arrival of spring

and bring light to a soul

left dark by too many weeks of winter



Road Trip



windows down

radio up

miles of pavement flying by

destination unknown


Night Blindness

You walk around in the world


It’s come to be expected

Those who purport to care about you

have become blind

to your struggles

You wander aimlessly in the darkness

because there’s no one there

to help you find your light

Knowing if the misery swallowed you whole

no one would come to claim

your corpse


The darkness settles in

along with the loneliness

perfect partners

dancing in the shadows

until daybreak finds us

naked and alone

Tick Tock

4 years

5 months

12 days

in a Hampton Inn in Toronto


I don’t remember it because it was you

I remember it because it was the last time

a man touched my skin with longing

(10 hours)


Now the longer my skin goes without being touched

the less it wants to be touched

it’s a catch-22 of desperate proportions

(46 minutes)


I am painfully aware of how long it takes a soul to die

(13 seconds)


Fat Girl

He told me one time

he fell in love with a fat girl

as if that was supposed to make me feel better

as if there are other reasons I’m not worthy of love

as if I’m a fat girl





High Tide

Your words were missives in the sand

which couldn’t stand up to

the pull of water or time



just like your presence in my life



Fat Tuesday


Fat Bottom Girl Said What


Ash Wednesday

was merely you stamping out your cigarette

and me standing there watching

as the last of the smoke escaped your lips

unable to give you up

for any sort of ridiculous religious conviction

atheist or otherwise

my sins paled in comparison to yours

and left me feeling pious and righteous

never worried about whose left hand I would be sitting at

when all was said and done

the food and the fucking both taste so much better

when someone tells you you can’t have them

so pour your communion wine into the dip of my shoulder

my belly button

and drink of life’s blood

drown out the trumpet sounds drifting through the windows

and toss aside all the beads

our Mardi Gras will never end

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The Old Neighborhood

my heart is the

neighborhood tavern

the diner down the street

dingy but inviting


there for as long as you can remember

the booths with cracked vinyl

the formica tabletops worn from resting forearms and elbows

the stool at the end of the bar

where the wood is polished from years of wear and marked by cigarette burns

but you are only interested in

the new tapas place down the street

which will be closed before the year is up




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