November 21, 2009

on the voyage we made 
 from north to south
 i only stayed behind 
 the wheel once.
 i refused to pull off 
 the last exit for thirty miles.
 a tennessee blizzard
 somewhere that seemed so much closer than it was

 i would not let go of the stiff wheel
 with every bit of our short history 
 and that bottomless future
 freezing in the metal box 
 we dragged behind us.
 you begged me to pull off.
 finally.  but i suddenly could not give up.

 as i am driven to struggle.

November 6, 2009

 i can find things to love.
 they rise up out of trash.
 a glitter 
 from under the consumption
 i run to it. 
 a treasure
 grows in the garbage
 a teacup flower
 i fly through your nest
 and pick branches
 from my hair
 use the river as a mirror
 ring the water from my wings

 i fall in love with things.