poetry

first night at the cabin

first night at the cabin

burning our wedding candle
twenty-one years later
at nine thousand feet
surrounded by snow
the flame gives me joy

I don’t worry it will go out
or burn the house down
I just admire
its warm glow
on my bare skin

poetry

New Ireland shell money bride price

New Ireland shell money bride price

so many ways to buy
a woman in this world
and here is just one:
gather snail shells
& slice into disks
drill a hole in each center
file each round side smooth
string on cord

the parents bring out the tape
measure labor by the millimeter;
instead of fruit-by-the-foot
it’s Sheila-by-the-shell
how long is this love worth?
how much can this woman ask?