Gulf to Lake Michigan

No poems, but for the allowed
Hi, butterscotch goldfish girl
So close to the Gulf, but
You circle cul-de-sacs
And I trust your eyes
Hazel amber honey
To drizzle over
My womb's
Letters

So here are some musings
Miles above the clouds

His face, smoking
Sky-writes twin pain
Sun glistened vacuous
I stare at 1991 infected
Lips bribing my tongue
To lick the throb away
When I go backward
His dumbo audio
I must devour

Cause being home
Wakes some stasis
Embryonic dream
Steeping inside
My thighs

I drink coca cola
Swallow Vicodin
And feather on
Nostalgia's
Lashes

See, now I know
What he meantimed
Shooing away squirrels
Counting at the last minute
Baby, I don't care until dire
I'll never forget what should

August lake house
Smolders me
Doe and
Bear

I was dying for him to notice
The intense desire for that joyride
God, he owed me, but feared fabric
Then, I did the same thing, didn't i?

Blue rubber gloves keep me away
From the closeness i long for
How corked can one be?

I tell lies
And seldom
Feel apologetic

I got rid of our archives
My control addiction
Pickpockets love

Because I'm crazy