In celebration of National Poetry Month I’ll be writing and posting a poem a day for the entirety of April. No haikus. Nothing about wheat, unless fermented. All of the poems can be found here.
1. The man across from them was naked,
save for a pair of mauve Speedos that he wore as a mask,
and a silver wedding band on his right hand.
He was dancing to an absent song,
a ghost of memory he shared alone.
I wish I hadn’t seen this, she thought.
And yet, she couldn’t turn away.
It was beautiful, and she felt, for the first time
what an accountant might describe as love.
2. “Who’s gay though? the gorillas? the flight attendants?
Are the flight attendants fucking gorillas?”
He loved her dearly, but her inability to grasp the plot
of Toy Story 3 would prove to be their downfall.
That, and the lies. And the drinking. And Arizona.
3. Katharine Hepburn once said, “Sometimes I wonder
if men and women really suit each other.
Perhaps they should live next door
and just visit now and then.”
Of course, Hepburn had a 26-year affair
with Spencer Tracy, who refused to leave his wife
and thought Hepburn a lesbian.
But the children, Kate,
she wondered aloud,
startling the cashier.
Where would the children live?
4. From a Mexican jail, she professed her love,
swore that this time it would be different,
if he could just scrounge up the bail money,
and provide an alibi.
He apologized, and hung up the receiver,
resolved to stop picking up ringing pay phones,
and to one day visit Cancun.