Poem in Which I Press Fast Forward
my young mother becomes my dead mother
my new car becomes a clunker
my blond hair becomes gray,
my favorite sweater, a rag
my beloved becomes my enemy
my enemy, someone I can’t remember
Chapbooks
Poem in Which I Pursued My Dream of Doing Stand-up
When articles I read in 1980 demanded
a woman comic make fun of her appearance,
I went for it. I embraced my fat because John Waters
thought fat was hilarious.
Passenger Deck
Now we are on the ferry we flew to drive to,
It’s enormous engines vibrating
Every molecule, spreading out,
A family of ducks getting out of the way.
Safety Features
Among clouds, I have an empty plastic cup
But I’m afraid where we are going,
The Pacific Northwest,
The Cascadia Subduction Zone,
“Switch Plate” by Al Ortolani
The day moves by me, and I’m still
at the same old desk …