Snippets
Hello…
I would like my husband’s
autopsy report.
Palimony
is a non-fat spread
of indigenous lies.
You can jiggle
but you can bend?
The line went dead—
star dust quiet.
Paperwork has a tendency
to beat off good faith.
Bad faith lives in an ice cube tray.
Foot her the bill
and tag
the littlest piggy it.
“Home address please…”
My left ventricle
behind egg shell nipples.
He lived there,
once
but went ostrich hunting.
It was over easy
and well done.
Thank you for your kindness,
Sir…
but I need his cerebral
lassitude.
Everything is on tea cup time.
It’s spinning
into her sunnyside up
Prada personality.
She bet big.
“Goodbye, Missus G—”
But I kept my name
piled under tissues.
She kept everything
in Cadbury foil.
No Easter droppings!
No resurrection
of ou-er
lord.
Dial tone…
To My Father’s Best Friend
And His Charming Wife
But first,
a public service announcement…
When Pilate saw that he was accomplishing nothing,
but rather that a riot was starting,
he took water, and washed his hands
before the multitude, saying,
I am innocent of the blood of this just person:
see you to it.[1]
To My Father’s Best Friend
And His Charming Wife (continued)
Soapy apologies
stitched up my ears.
You asked me
in the blood forum.
“What is the Truth?”
It’s a dollar death
in the arms of false sheep!
You can’t lie
to the crossroad spooks
with leather smiles.
You can’t lie
to your tombstone
leopard hooker.
You can’t lie
to my Holy Mother
of open wounds.
Wash your hands
in the urinal
of unbabtized
bounced
checks.
In his madness
you found goose eggs.
A golden cut
above the rest
and his wrist.
Quit Digging up
the King of Spades
Crack the bone
and call, raise,
or bet
where your souls
will settle
in the muck.
You run
into his stone garden
ace high and nuts.
Quit licking the pot
with blind bets.
Jokers wild
with no hearts
let go
of his river card!
I’m sitting this out
and praying
that the table stakes
are not too high
to fall
or flop from.
Let him rest
in his hole
cards and all.
[1] An excerpt from “The Book of Matthew”
concerning Jesus’s trial that was
horribly misquoted on March 11, 2011.
She graduated from Florida Atlantic University with her MFA in fiction. She is currently teaching at Miami Dade College North. Two of her poems have appeared in a recent edition of Open Minds Quarterly. Three of her poems are now on The Outsider website. Her creative nonfiction pieces “Spiderman and The Old Man,” “Manahawkin Vice,” and “Do You Remember?” have been in The Scarlet Leaf Review, The Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, and The Route Seven Review.
