Long Bedsheets Poems

I wait—

here I wait
for white magic reverie
to embrace me   free me

here I wait—
an hourglass full
of leopard-print thoughts 
sugar-granular-musings spill
the beginning to the end of a story
the potential   the inevitable
life finite ...

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At the age of twenty two I gave birth to my first child to survive. A beautiful 
and flawless daughter with dark brown eyes and hair like mine.  When she turned five years 
of...

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So after I told the crowd
in the store that I was
not Dolly Parton,
they quickly went away
disappointed and forlorn like,
going over to the dairy
to pick up some milk,
tried to stay calm as I
noticed pictures on
the back...

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I hate it when I think of you.
With no consideration of my schedule, or the details of my life.
Just as inconsiderate as a memory
As you were when you were here.

At first it’s unintimidating – a...

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Raisin just stared at the chaos ahead
A kitten, confused as she sat there in dread
The world has gone mad, all the people have flipped
She glared at a window where blood and gore dripped

Folk wearing specs...

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I dreamed a dream,
So comforting, so revealing,
That I felt like I could release
More than thousand red balloons in the air!

I dreamed a dream,
And I started to smile at life,
I started to live, I started to...

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We were five in the room,
Mama whispered her last prayer before bed,
the fan turned slowly, tired like the rest of us.
It was just another night
stars above, silence below.
Then the silence cracked open like a curse.

They...

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As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs...

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Doubt formulates inside my brain
The black hole draws me in like water to the drain
I’m going quite insane, quite insane
As a deeper whole, I hear cascading sorrow calling for me and I’m in pain

Diving deep...

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Try to get out of bed early, try to make your bed. Inhale.  
Your off-white bedsheets haven’t been washed in a month.
Try purchasing a new detergent, one of those that’s petal-scented:
2 in 1 Aroma...

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Write me a poem, urged the Lover
As I slipped into bed with him,
Fearing the tremors of the night
As heavy rain poured outside,
Bidding thunder to growl its boisterous song
Compelling lightning to dance in ungraceful ways!
 
Why should...

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Loving your confidence, your 
ambition, your drive. want to 
be dominated by your power, 
but not lost in your eyes.  my 
king ..may i be by your side,  
your queen... stand against the...

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With something gone, with something missing-- 
an empty hole with an empty mind--
There's nothing to fill,
who wants it?

With something here, with something there—
with all knowing eyes
I find there’s something to fill
who wants it?

Filling your plate,...

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A church clock struck midnight, from far far away,
    Overhead, the pale moon was veiled, by dark clouds of grey.
    Two young boys were watching, from their own makeshift...

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A sweet fragrance pierced the air
As I hold on to this moment.
Awaking at last to lonesome bedsheets
As I hear movement from within the kitchen. 

I arise to a foggy atmosphere
being probed by lucid sun beams
Flowing...

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Sister Faith took me in,
teaching me all
different practical things,
everything from canning foods
and churning butter,
milking the cows and
squeezing the udders,
sewing and darning all
of the clans clothes,
washing them all by
using a washboard,
hanging them on the
clothesline outside,
going for...

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I've shoved everything into the corners of my room,
And now there are little bits of everything that I can't seem to get rid of, scattered across my carpet.
And there are cobwebs hanging from the ceiling,...

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Barcelona looked like a church 
as I walked down La Rambla
in search of a vacant room 
on that warm morning.
The balconies of the flanking 
high-rise apartments were pews
festooned with holy day
football flags and bedsheets.
The white...

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Raindrops upon the asphalt
Stain my camera lens as it stares at the moon
I lack a jacket and the wind is strong
Would it be cool if I was ice all along?

Reading the twist of the story
Before...

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The storms have left my life alone
As it is stormy enough

Every morning my brain is dead,
and my eyes have stopped their sparkling,
I wash the dirt off my face, but 
The mirror refused to show it...

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your city is a shrine to the deities 
i drowned in the bathtub, 
when maa went to the nearby temples, 
seeking solace in sandalwood paste, 
even when it failed to hide
the blood streaking her everywhere,...

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The day is conceived,
tossed bedsheets birth landscapes.

Apelike, a grin gawps.

In the backroom of a slow thought
I dress for breakfast -
recall the tropics,
sticky rice, coconut milk and
one huge river prawn,
all wrapped in a banana leaf.

Slipshod I...

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No one has ever
                               ...

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yesterday,
i found an empty gun with a single bullet next to it, 
and the only thing on it was my name. 
i didn’t ask you why you didn’t fire it. 
i didn’t ask you why...

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I felt it in the marrow of my bones at night without him.
The bedsheets felt empty as the eventide grew dim.
Our saga ended when he closed the door with ease,
as all of our adoration and...

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