#42

I like to see you in the Spring,
when you are just starting to show your bare arms
to the sunlight.
Your skin changes color at slightest exposure;
you appear golden.
Through the winter,
your features have rounded
-keeping you warm-
and now,
the softness on your belly
and your breasts shows through
your spring clothes.
You look like a mother,
you look like the earth.

#41

I have this dream of placing millions of clay cats
all around my home.
I like the clay because it turns hard and is from the earth...
I like the cats because they too can turn hard,
strong and uncompromising,
and they are true creatures of the earth,
Hard and from the earth;
these must be the terms I depend on,
the way I expect life to be.

#40

He does not like being told what to do,
if he wants to sit in the remnants of the gift,
he will sit.
You mustn't worry about the paper cuts
or the crinkling discomfort;
let him experience them for himself.
Let him realize that
no one
is going
to wrap
him
up
and that
everyone else
has moved on
to the dining room
for poached eggs and spinach.
He will wonder,
as the sun slowly arches
over the southern sky,
how he came to be alone
in these paper bedsheets
and he will move his body
to hear the sounds beneath him.
It is okay.
He does not like being told what to do;
let him sit, let him sit, let him sit.

#39

A Departure from Cats
via
Recent Noteworthy Purchases
&
Some Words for Maira Kalman

This book is pleasure.

I bought this drawer today.
It is rectangular and old
and exactly what I always wanted.


This book was also purchased today
and it is wonderful!
Knowing your poodle precedes
enjoying your poodle.

As for Maira Kalman...
thanks be.