COMFORT

Spring onions
[ little but mighty ]
dance around in
a Friday evening pan
& press their tangy scent
through screened windows
in Queen Village.

Volvo-owning dads
mirror-shine their autos
with microfiber
cloths & load hatchbacks
with camping equipment.

I walk through it all,
like an open air museum.
Grilled burgers & Turtle Wax,
basil clippings from the window
box.

Society hill

Society Hill, Philadelphia

 

 

THE CITY IS A BEEHIVE

The city is a spillt
canister of legos
stretching out & out
etched by rivers
large enough to
accommodate
boats
impressive bridges.

Disregard the concrete.
Pay no mind to the
curdling of liquids
after it rains.
Look up to the
massive sky
where stale sounds
and stifled air
find release.

The city is a beehive
that alarms us
when we think:
“Gosh, we made this
with hands, this
hectic, full of
what-ifs
place.”

Its swarms of people
provide us with a
certain nectar,

but you’ll get sick
of the taste
if you never leave.

An actual definite someone

An accidental poem taken from the prose of Jonathan Franzen.

This wasn’t the person
he’d thought he was,
or would have chosen

to be if he’d been free
to choose, but there
was something

comforting + liberating

about being an actual
definite someone,

rather than a collection
of contradictory
potential someones.

moon

Tiny Moon | Center city, Philadelphia

Betty Draper

in the summers
underwater,
i grew little gills
sometimes also,
fins.

my mother
would urge me
onto land for
sandwiches,
she would cock
her head sideways
on a beach, on a
deck.

“are you coming
in?”  I’d yell
through a slur
of wet lips.

“maybe later”
she’d say “come
eat.”

mother never
grew gills like me.

she never lost
herself in
underwater
flips,
weightless.

& if she did
come in,
I would loom,
ominous
my hair clouded
jellyfish-like

she’d say “okay,
I see you. go play.
I don’t want
my hair getting wet.”

THANK YOU BUT NO THANK YOU, MR. MALICK

His whisper
provides a
voice-over

for my moments

of pain, pity
perplexion

What does it
mean what does
any of it

mean,

collapse,
surrender,
scramble,

make a mess
of certainty