poetry

introvert curb-appeal

introvert curb-appeal

she wants to see out
but not let them see in
a one-way yard
like aviator glasses
or monitored mirrors

she wants community
and to be left to her own devices
to be missed
and to slip through the scene
unseen

she tells them
cut the shrub blocking the window
then thinks better of it
when the job’s half done

she wants to notice
unnoticed
track
without leaving her own prints

she’s like Janus or Gemini
of two opposing minds
hungry for connection
and sated on her own

poetry

Geodes / Humans of New York

Geodes / Humans of New York

there are worse things to learn
than how to see a dull grey rock
as a vessel for violet crystals

there’s a beauty to hoping
that a nondescript rough body
so much the same as everything else
could be struck in such a way
as to reveal a glittering gallery inside

we don’t know
what might have leached through
our neighbor’s heart

what sparkling prisms
they might be waiting
to open up and share