on a break until further notice. too busy to be creative.

Love is also

an offering of the biggest curly fry.

love

is a new sewing machine with aluminum innards.

Haiku No. 2

swimming in the pool
can be a (wonderful) form
of therapy.

Baby Pie

(took easter off)

Ingredients
1 (14-ounce) can sweetened (condensed) love
1/2 cup lemon juice (in a recently opened wound)
1 teaspoon grated lemon zest
1 egg
448 million sperm
1 pound of butter, melted
1 bag olde-fashioned (stale) ginger snaps
1 rainy week in a cabin in the catskills

Meringue:
3 egg whites (beaten)
1/4 teaspoon cream
1/4 cup anticipation

Directions
In medium bowl, combine love, lemon juice, and zest; blend egg and sperm together. Pour into cooled crust.

Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.

Beat egg whites with cream until soft "ohs" form. Gradually beat in the anticipation until stiff. Spread over filling; seal to edge of crust. Bake for 12 to 15 minutes or until meringue is golden brown.

Serve pie with two forks.
Consume the entire trifle.

yesterday's poem

I forgot.

being 213 pounds makes life difficult.

my vagina is a distant place
I once used to gaze upon
take care of
so fondly
say "hello"
and ask "how are you?"

Haiku No. 1

hearing it is not
enough I want to feel it
your arms around me.

turnip child

cradled in my arms
a babe wrapped in turnip
with dark pieces of dirt in the corners of it's eyes.

as if just pulled out of the ground
as if grown from a seed
as if nine months later

I did nothing but run.