birthday

her breath deepens as she slips into sleep

away from my embrace

away from me

and it's hard not to bruise

these soft tender spots cover me

and my eyes fill with tears

the fire is almost out

no more kindling    no more wood

I stack together the remenents 

hoping it is enough to burn

my own hands on my body

my own whisper fills the falling darkness

and I begin again to close the gap

what are you most excited about
and the table is blurry through the tears in my eyes
they all know my answer
most excited
most nervous
most hopefull
i think it washed over my face
big bold words on my forehead

later i heard the words tumble out of my mouth
change is hard
and i wanted so much to waive them off
like smoke hanging heavy around me
catch the letters
tear them into pieces

gift

she worked as long as she could
and did her best and still feels like maybe she is just lazy
that she could have done more
tried harder

and dad's death, she said, it broke her heart

she is scared and unsure
nervous and wrings her hands
rubs her forehead

I tried to assure her
to explain how we all wanted her
how my brother and his wife wanted to have her
bought their house planning to have her there
and how we wanted her too
and also wanted what would be best for her

she thinks she was sick and now she is better

and in these moments of clarity and real conversation
I have a glimmer of hope that maybe she is better
and I know she is not
she still knows me and wants to see me
and that is everything

with a view

she pulled medicine from a spigot on the wall that looked like a beer tap
clear liquid quickly filled each syringe and then spilled onto the white tile floor
my dad spoke softly asking more and more of her
she scuffed her shoes through the puddle as she brushed past him

my grandfather sat as close to the window as he could
three newspapers on his lap and his glasses taped together across the nosepiece
he tells me about bringing refineries online
Venezuela, Spain, Czechoslovakia 
how he barely escaped before the border closed
how corn is for food and ethanol will destroy your engine
how happy he is we came

we look out through the big windows
sun soaked grass and the shoreline and the ocean out past all this
my mom walks in and he smiles and reaches for her
"hey there, kid"
it echoes in my head still
sweet and gentle and exactly what she needed

part dream mostly memory sewn together
from different times and disconnected events
blurry patchwork of what I liked most about my grandfather
storyteller, reader, quiet smart man
and a long ago lost chance to hear my own dad's voice
sweet and gentle and exactly what I need

where we are

cool air and red and orange leafed trees line the streets
yellow crackly leaves piled by the soft wind along the curb
my dress slides open in the front and I blush and worry that someone may have noticed

zoe's nails are painted pale pink with a tiny white flower on one
she is bright eyed and holds up three fingers when I ask how old she is
her shoes are silver and covered in sparkles and so is her grey dress
she sits on the tabletop and laughs and plays with her mom
their eyes locked together   hands clapping twice and then meeting each others

no one has asked and i tell myself they are just trying to be polite
maybe they don't know

easy to watch   float through   lose track of where i am
where we are

long night

i miss her

song of devotion

this ain't hard to like at all
flashback to portland parquet floors
san antonio single lady nights
and the start of my sister-friendships
summer evenings on that grand porch
my weird fill-in carnival birthday party
through those painfully silent months
whispered secrets at opal divines
and finally to a beautiful night at bess

years later now
chelsea's red lipstick and rock and roll kimono
and our rekindled love for bouldin creek
lara's glowing happiness
and the grey in cl's temples
what a beautiful life we have created
the sisters filling our house  filling my heart