yr horoscope today
A hero (by any other
name), trying to forget
what others have called
him, will slip past
yr defenses, bury his head
in yr lap, and rust
the hinge of yr beauty
with his tears. Do not
speak to him. Once
he turned a woman’s heart
to stone by kicking
a pebble down the street.
He stops at nothing,
craves it — witness
the scars on his arms
where he opened them
for God, the mirrors
where his eyes should be.

 

morning poem
You got dressed and left
but your nakedness stays,
between the mirror and the bed.
While you drive to work,
I stare at this page,
pretending not to notice.
I can’t pretend for long.