Sonnet #1: My Way
My husband likes to say that love is blind,
and little flaws are meant to be forgot.
This morning while washing out my thong
I checked his phone for texts, all is not fine
Poetry Prize
Makeup
We were afraid to jinx it, so when my daughter emerged
from her dark bedroom for the first time in what felt like months
and came to the table with her soft face caked in cosmetics,
we all stilled our gazes, made certain not to react
A Lesson in Metaphor
Another name for a penis is a microphone.
No one told me this. The radio had to pull me aside.
It’s a metaphor, of course.
Old Blue
A thing that’s named “Old Blue” should be a dog,
some flop-eared, lazy hound. Your Blue was
just a car. Okay, not just a car—an Oldsmobile
Awards, Poems, Poetry Prize
Living the Chemical Life
I have to admit that I don’t care about the historical Jesus. One way or the other. I’ve always thought
Of You
You’ve been the wolf, you’ve been the bear, / you were the grass when I was air