"As I Relax My Jaw, Lucky Pennies Fall Out Like Happy Rain"
As we dabble in our oldness, something goes bump over there, in aisle three, where they keep the horn-rimmed spectacles and the sequent pantsuits.
There are hugs to be had and calls to be made, but no one can explain the bumps that have risen, like the crusts of cruel mountain ranges, along the hard line of my clenched jaw.
I listen to audiobooks in Dutch because I find them soothing. I don't understand Dutch. I don't understand a lot of things. My work has appeared in several magazines (including the July/August 2008 issue of This Magazine) and in two chapbooks: "We Don't. We Don't Go Anywhere" through Um, Yeah Press and the self-published "Pirate Dreams." This blog contains thoughts and poetry, my own work and that of poets I admire.
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"As I Relax My Jaw, Lucky Pennies Fall Out Like Happy Rain"
As we dabble
in our
oldness,
something goes bump
over there,
in aisle three,
where they
keep the
horn-rimmed spectacles
and the sequent
pantsuits.
There are hugs
to be had
and calls to be made,
but no one
can explain the
bumps
that have risen,
like the crusts of
cruel
mountain ranges,
along the
hard line of
my clenched
jaw.
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