91/365

No Answer


The package you requested,
cannot be
delivered.

Because the black cat
at the fourth floor
window
is watching. Because the lantern
creaks
and sways. Because the key took
a wrong turn. Because
the address book except
one page was thrown
away. Because the body
and the blood behind
the shed was
everything
you meant to send

instead.





91/365

90/365

What I Love Best About Sundays


Is the perfectly, perfectly
perfectly round,
round, smooth skin, tight
sweet cool
I can roll

on my tongue just to roll,
roll, bite, chew into
pieces of heaven.



Is when you say
One end, stem,
five-tip star
at the other–
Not round.




Is when I say
That may be.

But what
I love best
about Sundays…

are the blueberry, blueberry,
blueberry
kisses

from you.





90/365