Killing Pablo

Once Upon A Time, she said
and it weaved like the webbing of a happy ending;
She tugged her pants pocket wide-- the gaping
   mouth of fabric
and slipped it inside to keep-- like a secret.

Were you there when he broke my smile, she said
When his pointer finger jabbed my ribs
like a sentence ending in shock?
And I spat whole, my mouthful of laughter
to scatter across the tile-- like broken glass.

Were you there when I did not think of breathing, 
   she said
When my initial inherent notion was death--
   she said;
Unraveling like a plot thick with anguish
and I slipped away with my rubber spine.

You’ll be there next time, she said
clutching the bulge at her hip.
And how he swept the fallen shards into his hands
when no one could see;
and sprinkled them into his ears-- like a song.
 


[Laughing Out Loud - 'the myth']

walk like you mean it

walk like you mean it.
legs first, use your core to bring the rest along,
your arms the counterbalance hinged upon
two level and regally pinned back shoulders.
slink.
you are a lioness on the prowl.
commandeer the operation.
feel your spine arch like a bow
prepared to shoot the arrow that is your chin
aimed toward the sun.
pull your abdominal muscles so taut
they vibrate in the ecstasy of purposeful motion
like the strings of a viola.
roll your hips in their sockets with each stride,
your thighs burning in anticipation
of getting somewhere.
Go.
your knees are well-oiled,
self assuredly thrusting forth.
let your ankles leverage
the power-stroke of your step,
each toe lifting off the ground in turn.
Feel your breath catch in your throat
because you are walking too fast.
too fast is for the passionate.
You are passionate.
You do not walk,
you chase.