Unknown Experiences

They say write what you know. Ha!

I say write what turns you on, what stretches your existence, what ruffles your mother's feathers. Write to expand you.


(You want a) Divorce

I grab your wrist
under never-ending dinosaur-movie skies.
I can’t take my eyes off of you.

Dancing in the dark of
crisp November nights,
hidden from others by pine cones,
I slap your face.
You want to end it.
It’s not your money I want,
it’s you.

As raindrops drown my heart,
your tears blend in and
I break down,
consummated in
pain.

[©1999]