Thoughts In The Shower
All they say
love is,
and less;

fear and joy
and insecurity—

And I think of you
in the shower.

I can’t lose you
like I’d lose the soap;
neither can I use you
to come clean.

All they say love is
and more—

pain, pleasure
and nothing else
on my mind.
The Other Woman
Cast cordless into our dream;
I am too old and my mother too young.
We try to grasp each other
             through daddy’s veils.
I feel her milk
             in my arteries—
A liquid semblance of communication.
Bonded, we can’t stand each other,
But we love trying.