Daffodils
Those daffodils that I recall
While lying on a bed settee
Are faded now, their petals fall
In nature and in memory.
It’s time to rise, to go outside
And head off for a subway ride.
Voice Lessons
At forty, I hired a vocal coach.
My husband had taken a new
friend—he swore it was platonic,
her name unimportant.
Fractured Double Ghazal
I love a woman
whose hands are full of stars.
When passion flares,
I am a bowl of stars.
Why Wouldn’t Autonomous Cars Cry at Night?
Awake and acutely aware
of each other’s proximity
to streetlights and the shifting
shapes of moons on their own
empty interiors, with enough
of them huddled in the lots,
why not honk?
Vanilla Cake
It is an easier way to express myself. And there aren’t many rules, which means I’m free to say what I want without worrying about mistakes!